[ A million apologies for how long this has taken. Even now it's less polished than I would like. I must try harder... Andy R. ] CHAPTER 18 The mask comes off Come Saturday morning I was shattered, but so was Adam and it would affect him far worse than me. We had been working all the hours of the morning taking photo after photo of his naked form using the gym's exercise equipment. I didn't want to let him get dressed at all so I told him to get into one of the wheeled laundry trolleys we use for towels and sports kit. I pulled on some clothes but left my cock hanging out. Then I cut a small hole in the canvas at groin height on each of the four sides. I flipped the cloth cover over the top of the trolley and rested a portfolio bag I had ready over the top of that. Then I wheeled it out of the gym towards his dorm room with my cock poking into the bag and Adam's mouth giving me his full attention. This made me walk rather awkwardly and very slowly but I didn't mind taking the time. Adam's well-practised mouth made every step a pleasure and his terror about his situaton was obvious. Every time there was any sound from the environment I felt him tense as if the cover was about to be tugged away by a horrified discoverer. It was very early and we were out before even the first joggers; there was nobody about except for Malcolm from security. Pausing to pull my cock out and zip up behind the cover of the canvas bag, I gestured the security guard over and winked at him as I pointed down at one of the other holes. Then I walked a few paces away to give him some space. I suspected it was the first time he had done anything like this. But he didn't need any further prompting and I saw his hand reach down to unzip his fly and to release his cock. From the rear I saw him stand still for a few moments before starting to thrust slowly in and out. He tilted his head down towards his walkie-talkie and reported back to base. "Malc, here. Delay at 'obbs Building. Stoodent prank." There was some static and noise I couldn't make out. "Yeah. THAT stoodent. Come 'n' see." Two or three minutes later another security guard joined him and pressed his cock in to another side. I presumed Adam was working them both with mouth and hands because they both seemed quite taken by the experience with no gaps. I also made a mental note to offer up Adam to Security more often; three minutes was a damn sight faster than I'd ever managed to summon them in the past! He was joined by a third guard after anouther couple of minutes and from the wriggling shape in the canvas bag Adam was now having to work hard to keep all three cocks serviced. The second guard to arrive came first. He shuddered and cried out softly as he had his orgasm but just as he was starting to pull out he stopped and pressed back in as a look of utter peace crept across his face. No doubt Adam was licking the cock clean like a good little slave boy. Malcolm came next, just after the second guard had pulled out. He and Number Two spoke quietly to each other while Number Three was being finished off. After the third guard finished with a loud "oh yeah!", he and the second strolled off as if it was a normal day on their rounds. Malcolm came over to me. "Fookin' ace," he exclaimed. "Is 'e gonna do tha' every morning'?" "I'm afraid not," I told him, "but if you'd like some quality time he still has to return that blanket you loaned him. I'll make sure he brings it over as soon as he can but right now I need to get him to his room." I made my farewells to the bemused security guard and wheeled him up to his room, locking the door behind me. Adam had swallowed all three loads so was still looking "uncummed". He got out of the bag and resignedly positioned himself in front of the camera wearing only his domino mask. He knew he was in trouble and was having trouble focusing, he was so tired. But he still tried. Perhaps he thought he might still beat me. The exercises started. He made a credible effort, but it was all in vain. He built up a healthy sweat but his form was all wrong. I watched him from the side of the room as I took my clothes off. Finally I reached into the portfolio bag and pulled out some A3 idiot boards I had ready for this moment. As the final moment arrived I blew my whistle and the sweaty, panting, dog-tired stud ground to a halt. I held up the first sheet: ASSUME THE POSITION He complied, still wearing the mask, his hands behind his head exposing himself to his audience, wobbling slightly with exhaustion and tiredness. I watched him closely: He was physically and mentally drained; there was no fight left in him. I let him linger for thirty seconds and pulled up idiot board number two: SAY: "I HAVE FAILED. THE MASK MUST GO." UNTIE THE MASK. THROW IT AWAY He voice quivered as he spoke the words. His fingers shook as he loosened the knot behind his head. Then he dropped the mask to the floor and took the position again. The web cam we had for him was a pretty basic one so I couldn't pan over his body usefully or zoom in on his face but the resolution was plenty good enough. His audience was treated to a look of despair, terror and humiliation in roughly equal measures. He had no idea who was seeing his bare face, no idea of numbers, no idea if there were friends watching or complete strangers. I picked up his mobile phone from his desk and took a photo with his own camera. I set it to be the default background image and put it back on the desk. I had him hold this scene for a full minute before I held up the third idiot board. TURN ROUND. COUNT TO THIRTY. TURN BACK. When he turned back the fourth idiot board was waiting for him with his worst fear realised all over it: SAY: "MY NAME IS ADAM LOMAS I STUDY AT THAYFORD COLLEGE. CALL ME GYM SLAVE AND I WILL SUCK YOUR COCK" He said the words and then I tipped the web cam down a notch and walked "on set". The camera was only recording me from the waist down. Anyone who recognised me from that wouldn't care about what was going to happen next. "Suck my cock, gym slave," I spoke clearly so the audience would hear the magic phrase in action. Adam knelt, putting his face fully on camera again, this time in profile, and took my cock in his mouth with his hands still behind his head. Then, in front of his unknown internet audience, he sucked my cock. After all my excitement of the previous night it didn't take me long to cum. I splashed it over his face to give the audience one more still shot of Adam's degradation before having him lick my cock clean with the slow broad strokes he knew I liked. When he was done I had him stand and tied his hands behind his back. Then I pushed him down to his knees again and spoke to the camera with only my glistening cock and Adam's face splattered with my cum on screen. "The door to his dorm room will be left unlocked while his mouth is unoccupied. He has no lectures this morning so we'll leave the camera running." I pulled on my clothes and turned to the door. Just before I left there was a beep from his desk. His mobile phone had received a message. Picking it up I saw it was from "Chaz". "online sex show wtf?" Charles was his kid brother's name so I pocketed the phone before I left. As I emerged into the corridor I saw there were already two gym guys trotting down the corridor, eager to be sucked on air. If Adam had thought his photographic ordeal in the sports hut had been bad, wait until he did it in front of a live audience. In the mean time, I wanted to have a chat with the younger brother and then finally get some sleep. CHAPTER 19 Afternoon with the novices I missed this little event, as I was fast asleep, dreaming of Adam Lomas' sweet arse on my cock, but I was thoroughly briefed with still and video photographs of the events. The only lunch Adam got that day was the un-ending supply of cum poured down his throat by a series of visitors. At about one o'clock the novices came to collect their prize for the afternoon. Before they turned off the camera they made Adam announce that his "window show" would be something special for everyone watching from the lay-by opposite and would start at five o'clock.. They walked him down to the showers, naked and covered in cum. Then he was made to shower (in an open stall, naturally) and dry himself off while the disappointed people who had still been queueing for his suckathon watched with interest. In the corridor four bottles of baby lotion were handed out to the queuers while he was told to stand with his legs apart and his arms out. A few minutes later his naked body glistened and his well-stroked cock stood firmly erect. "We can't take you out looking like that," one of the four winners told him. Adam looked up a little started at the thought of going out at all. He was made to put his hands behind his head as usual and was then made to step into his clothes for the afternoon: a white posing pouch and a pair of his old gym shoes. They took him outside where he was greeted by his home for the next few hours. Parked outside his dorm was a van pulling a trailer. The trailer sported a triangular wedge carrying large adverts on either side. The picture on each side was of him, ten feet tall, from the advertising class. He was naked with a picture of some dumb bells covering his groin but the bare flesh running along each side showed him clearly naked behind them. The caption by the side of him was "dream body for sale" with slightly smaller text beneath saying "consult your local gym for details". "Get in." Harry pointed at the back of the van. Harry got in to the driver's seat. Another winner took the front passenger seat and the other two sat on either side of Adam. As the car pulled out they started fondling his cock and balls while ordering him to put his hands behind his head. They also slipped a small dildo up his arse. Its notched base caught the rear cord of the pouch and was held in place. It takes a fifteen minute run to get to the centre of our local town but on Saturday it's a ten minute drive just to the edge and another ten minutes to fight through the traffic to get to the shopping centre in the middle but they drove in and parked at the edge of our small shopping centre's car park. It took another ten minutes for them to get the display board into position and to extract a lat pull-down machine from the back of the van. Adam was made to sit on this, facing out to the shoppers walking by and loose cuffs, the sort often used to assist, were slipped round his wrists. These were tightened a little more than usual, though, so he couldn't slip them off. The weight was set to a low value and he was made to start demonstrating. Facing out from the machine as he was his body was fully exposed to the on-lookers. His legs split by the bench he sat on, his wrists were spread by the pull-down beam and his chest and abs were perfectly set off by the exercise they had chosen. Unfortunately for Adam, the combination of the oil and the sweat started to make the pouch's fabric cling and lose its opacity. Meanwhile the rhythmic pressure on his arse from the exercise was teasing his hole with the dildo and hardening his cock in the pounch. As his four tormentors faced out from him, handing out leaflets to the shoppers walking past Adam grew closer and closer to explicit public nudity. Housewives pushing shopping trolleys stopped and stared. Mothers dragging reluctant toddlers to the shops clucked with disapproval and then looked over their shoulders for one last glimpse before moving off. More then one lone male shopper paused to ask lots of questions of the leafleteers, while apparently oblivious to their answers. A small gaggle of school girls stopped to photograph the scene. Finally one of them got up the courage to ask if she could have her photo taken with "the model". While standing by Adam's side, of course, she was able to peer straight down his tented pouch at the firm cock pushing the waistband open. Rather than shriek in horror she just leant over and had her photo taken with her fingers resting lightly on the top of his exposed shaft. Of course they all wanted photos and after ten minutes the poor boy had had his cock stroked by half a dozen girls and his humiliation captured on all their phones, no doubt to be transmitted across their school within minutes. The next horror they had prepared for Adam would push him to the limits, though. During a slight lull Harry wandered back to him and observed that with the huge number of low intensity reps he had been doing his form was getting a little sloppy. What he really needed, Harry told Adam, was an incentive to keep his lower body really, really still. He placed one of the leaflets - a sheet of heavy A5 paper folded lengthways down the middle - and placed it over Adam's bulging pouch. As he placed it there he tugged very slightly on the waistband of the posing pouch and Adam's hard cock popped out behind the paper. Then Harry released the elastic, holding the hard cock against his belly. If the card stayed in place Adam would be OK. If it fell away, the top half of his cock would be on public display. The dildo up Adam's hole, being pressed down on each rep made sure if stayed hard. Smirking, Harry left a terrified Adam to his exercise as another group of middle-aged women leered at him from behind their trolleys. Adam's form was faultless for the next while. The lower part of his body didn't move, focusing all the effort throught the lats as he pulled down. The next group of schoolgirls wanting their photos taken were given the wink by Harry as he guided them to Adam's side. Each had a good giggle as they shamelessly peered down the back of the leaflet to see Adam's rigid member pointing back at them. Each and every one of them took a photo pointing straight down, with flash of course. Adam was starting to shake with both the fatigue and the shame. It was definitely the shame and the fear of exposure that was making him whimper. As 4pm approached Harry had one last trick to pull. He waited until a group of men he had organised from the town's solitary gay bar had gathered round and then, walking back to replenish his supply of leaflets, he quickly reached up and snipped the waist band at the back. The elastic twanged, but he grabbed the leaflet and stopped it going flying. "Shit, guys," he announced loudly enough for everyone to hear. "The elastic's gone on the pouch." He held up and waved the oily, sweaty pouch, while pushing the leaflet slightly further down between Adam's legs to keep his cock and balls covered. "Where are his jogging shorts?" "In the van, I think," one ofthe guys from College called back. Then all four of them deserted Adam as they searched in the back for something for him to wear. The audience, spotting the obvious invitation descended on the utterly vulnerable Adam and started to tease and fondle him. "Guys! Gu-uys!!!" Adam's shouts for assistance fell on deaf ears. It was only the crowd of a dozen men that stopped him being exposed in public and they all knew it. The hands stroked and pinched his entire body. His pecs had two men focused on them, alternately pinching and tugging his nipples and stroking the expanses of his firm muscles. His abs had he attention of another two, running their fingers up and down, back and forth across his taut stomach. The copious oil that had been applied mixed with Adam's own sweat let them run their fingers smoothly over him adding to the sensuous feel. More hands were feeling his thighs, moving higher and higher. The leaflet had long been discarded and a series of lucky hands started slicking the oil up the shaft of his cock. His hard cock started to twitch and he felt the inevitable orgasm building up. "Guys!! Guys!!" He tried to stand a little to shout over the bobbing heads of his persecutors. This was a mistake, of course, because it freed up his arse for fondling and gentle spanking too. And then they found the dildo. "Hey, he's got a dil up his chute!" one of them shouted, as he pulled it out sharply. That last sensation was the last straw for Adam's meagre self-control. SPLAT. SPLAT. SPLAT. In the corner of the local town car park, in full view of the public if not for a crowd of horny men, Adam Lomas shot a massive load up his belly and chest. He tipped his head back and let out a low moan of crushing defeat. He had committed an act of gross public indecency. He would be arrested. He would appear in court. His name would be on the front cover of the papers. His life was over. His crowd cheered at his ejaculation but they were far from finished. They unhooked Adam's hands from the machine and dragged him round a corner to a slightly more private location. There he was pushed to his knees and set to cock sucking. The alley they were in was unused unless you wanted access to the electricity substation or the backdoor of a couple of shops but it was still strictly public. At one point they pulled back to take a photo of him next to the substation gates, clearly identifying his location and showing the copious cum over his chest and face. While Harry had told them that fucking him was out of bounds, they had no hesitation in playing with his dildo. In and out it went as he was bent over at cock level. Finally he came again. It was at this point. at about half past four that Harry came back. He claimed he had been unable to find Adam's jogging shorts but the broad grin on his face suggested that this was always going to have been the case. "We found something else for you to wear," he assured Adam, and held out a supermarket plastic carrier bag with the bottom slit open. Harry pulled the dildo from Adam's arse and then held the bag wide open for him to step into. The bag was plenty large enough to fit him but he had to hold it up; there was nothing like a waist to keep it in place. Harry slipped Adam's hands through the handles and fixed them in place with clear tape. The tape cuold be easily peeled off but to bring one hand round to the other to do it would rip the bag apart. Harry pulled Adam from his crowd of tormentors but away from the car park and further along the alley. He pointed down a side path. "Pedestrian lane out of town, heading south," he said. "Fifteen minutes to your afternoon appointment. Meet you in the lay-by opposite." He took Adam's shoulders and turned him to face down the path. "Now go!" He gave Adam a slap in the small of his back and Adam sprinted off, desperate to get away from his tormenters and the general public. CHAPTER 20 The 5pm show By 5pm there was quite a crowd in the lay-by opposite Adam's dorm window. I had chosen to join them after a pleasant afternoon's sleep and I was keen not to miss this particular show. The advertising trailer had been parked in the lay-by and a lap top making a tenuous wireless connection across the road to the college was being used to show off the web site. Next week was the pre-Christmas "charity fun week" at College, and the collecting pot was out next to the lap top as people bought accounts on the server. A few minutes after 5, as the crowd was starting to worry if the show would happen or not, Adam ran up. as he came past the lay-by a dozen hands reached out and stripped the bag from around his waist. Further hands grabbed his arms and he was held naked and exposed for all to see. "Gentlemen!" Harry shouted over the hub-bub. "This evening we offer a very special window show, close and personal. Harry waved a hand over to the van where a window frame was being pulled out of the back. It had no glass in it, and I noticed a restraining cuff attached to each corner. They leant the frame against the huge advertisement trailer on the side facing the road. Then, using the crowd of people as cover, they tied Adam into place. He hung slightly given the tilted window but his whole body was completely exposed. "Roll up, roll up, roll up! Anything you want to do except fuck him up the arse. One pound gets you one minute." The surge forwards nearly toppled the advert! Wallets were grabbed, money was offered and eager hands reached out. Hands, and tongues. They set a limit of no more than six people working him over at any one time. Even so, for the next hour and a half, the fifty or so people in the lay-by bought "Adam Time" and let their lustful dreams all take on reality. As the loose change and even major bank notes were cleared from the punters the queue died down. Harry had one last trick, though. "Finally, and at great personal sacrifice, we have one last special offer. The four of us have rights over Adam's arse for the evening. We are permitted to fuck him. We are now prepared to auction off the right to fuck the Gym Slave's arse, right here, right now. This offer will not be repeated. This offer will not be extended. Your cock, his hole, how much? I'll start the bidding at twenty pounds." Harry wasn't a particularly good auctioneer, but he didn't need to be. Cheque books and wallets were waved as Harry stood by Adam's side, talking up his physical virtues and stroking, slapping or pinching each part of Adam's anatomy as he mentioned it. "Do you want to grab hold of this cock as you slam into his hole?" - TUG - "You can! One hundred pounds, thank you, sir." "Feel those abs!" - SLAP - "Both your hands flat on them as you pull him back onto your hard cock. One hundred and twenty, thank you." "Firm pecs if you want something higher." - SQUEEZE - "Your hands, his pecs. Your fingers, his nipples." - PINCH - "One hundred and forty, thank you, sir." "Solid buttocks" - SLAP - "Imagine your groin pressing up against them." - SLAP - "One hundred and fifty, to the gentleman by the white van." "Imagine your cock in this hole" - Harry poked his finger in - "Your pleasure, his shame." - He wiggled his finer and Adam yelped. - "One hundred and sixty to the businessman by the Merc." Harry stood behind Adam and started pressing his clothed groin against Adam's arse. "This could be you, sir!" "One hundred and seventy to the man by the van." "One hundred and eighty to the Mercedes." "Going," - THRUST - "going" - THRUST - "Gone!" The businessman pushed forwards, pressing a cheque into Harry's hands. He was in his late forties, I estimated, but had looked after himself. He stood behind Adam and took off his jacket and shirt. He had looked after himself! Then he slipped down his trousers and underpants. His cock was short but fat. It was also hard and dripping in anticipation. He rolled on the condom Harry offered and placed his hands on Adam's pecs. "Call me 'Master', Gym Slave," he said. "I want to hear you scream it out." He slid his hands down Adam's chest to his abs and waist. He pressed the tip of his cock into Adam's well-fingered hole. "Yes, Master," Adam said. The businessman linked his fingers just below Adam's navel to give him a good grip. Then he started to press in. Adam groaned with the famliar discomfort. "Master." The man pressed harder. "Master!" Them, to the cheers of the crowd, the businessman started to pump away at Adam's arse. Once his cock was in he let one hand wander over Adam's body. He twisted Adam's nipples, he squeezed Adam's balls, he roughly thumbde the head of Adam's erect cock. He seemed to revel in hurting Adam as he fucked him. Meanwhile, Adam was turning him on even further with his chant of "Master! Master! Master!" Finally he came, shouting loudly enough to drown out Adam. Pausing for breath he withdrew from Adam and tugged off the condom. Without coming round from behind Adam he lifted it over Adam's head and squeezed his juices into Adam's hair. As he was about to pull up his trousers, Harry stopped him. "Sir, you're lokking a bit sweaty after your exertions. Please allow your slave to lick you clean." Harry undid Adam's restraints and as Adam tipped back from the window frame, twisted him to land on his knees at the feet of his most recent fucker. Then Adam gave the businessman a tonguebath, starting at his knees and working up until his tongue was under the man's balls. Then his sucked his cock clean and moved up his chest. After that, he was made to crawl round behind the man to lick that clean too. Harry made sure he got his tongue deep in the man's hole too, "to give him his money's worth". The businessman certainly got every penny's worth. By the time Adam had licked him clean from head to foot, and rimmed his hole a second time at Harry's insistence his cock was firm and twitching again. When Adam pulled his lips back from the man's buttocks the businessman looked over at Harry with a look of utter bliss on his face. "How much for a second fuck?" Harry threw him a condom. "No charge. The fuck rights are open-ended for the evening. I'm about to auction off the second of the four rights, though, so you'll have to make room soon. But" - Harry threw him a rag - "could you keep him quiet this time?" Adam was strapped back to the window frame and, as the businessman started the follow-up fuck of his purchase, Harry started the bidding for the second set of fuck rights. This time he only had to point to the obvious pleasure the current fucker was receiving. Adam's opinion on the matter was muffled by the rag pressed into his mouth, but nobody cared any way. The bidding went higher this time. The sight of the helpless gym slave being fucked right in front of them pushed the audience's buttons in just the right way and the desperate urge to fuck the unwilling stud was overpowering. The man with the van bid highest this time at two hundred pounds. He was a plumber according to what I could see on his van through the crowd. He was also in his early twenties and was physically very fit. He didn't wait for the businessman to finish before stripping off his clothes and waiting his turn behind the current fucker, stroking his cock from time to time. If I had had his body, I wouldn't have minded waiting naked either! The businessman came a couple of minutes later and pulled out. "God, that's good arse," he commented. The plumber didn't waste any time with small talk. He frantically tugged on the offered condom, walked up to Adam from behind and rammed straight home into the waiting arsehole. Adam's cry of shock was audible through the makeshift gag. The businessman had been fucking for his own selfish pleasure. The plumber seemed to take equal enjoyment in his own pleasure and in Adam's pain. He was a brutal fucker, slamming home with his cock and pinching Adam's nipples as hard as he could. He reached round and grabbed Adam's balls at one point and squeezed them about as hard as he could. Meanwhile, Harry started bidding for the third right-to-fuck. The plumber added to the fun by slapping the side of Adam's buttocks or thighs - hard! - each time the bid went up. Credit cards were being waved and Harry agreed to accept IOUs (with the threat of releasing photographs of the winner). At this point the bidding went crazy. The third fuck was sold for two hundred and fifty pounds and the plumber finished his pounding just as the next guy was ready to step in. Adam's hole would receive no respite at this auction. I whispered a suggestion in Harry's ear and just as the third fucking started Harry announced that the four successful bidders would also get access to the Gym Slave website where they could enjoy hundreds of pictures and dozens of videos highlighting Adam's degradation and abuse. The fourth and final bidding topped out at two hundred and seventy pounds. Harry and his three colleagues had raised a massive nine hundred pounds! I wrote out web details four times and handed themn out. The final winner was a little distracted with the joys of Adam's hole so I pressed the paper into Adam's hands to pass on later. The businessman pulled a large laptop from his car and established a connection via a rather expensive looking 3G dongle. Soon he was showing off our web site to the crowd on his rather superior hardware and I saw several USB sticks being passed around with copies of some of the Adam-only pictures, or pictures where only Adam was identifiable. The crowd split between those watching the live fuck show and those crowding around the laptops. Two of the three winners who hadn't had a tongue bath yet were keen to get one and I was in no hurry to move on. Adam was put to use as soon as the fourth man had cum. The plumber pulled me off to the side of the crowd as I gave him his login details. Away from the masses I could see the side of his van clearly as he cocked a thumb back at it with a broad grin on his face: "Jeremy Lomas Construction Services". The "jeremy_lomas@..." email address I had assumed was our Gym Slave's father's address was written across the sides and back of the van. "That little shit is the boss' son. He helped out in his dad's store rooms and always joined in with hazing the apprentices like me. Of course, he got a free pass as the old man's kid so he never had to suffer it himself. We got your email in the office and I was free so I came over. Glad I did." "Looking for some revenge?" I asked. "Yeah. Me and nearly half the people working for his old man. You know he'll be working with us over his Christmas break, don't you?" "I did. I've just come from a very interesting phone call with his kid brother. He's planning on getting some revenge too. "Here's a deal. You share that login with anyone you want at work. Then make him really suffer over the holiday at work. Chaz tells me his parents are taking a Christmas break abroad this year now that both their sons are old enough to look after themselves. Chaz is planning to keep Adam naked at home when he's not working. Why don't you keep him naked at work? Full nudity, full slavery, full humiliation 24-by-7 for the full three weeks. You can upload as many pictures as you want to the site." The plumber finally introduced himself as Craig as we shook on the deal. We wouldn't warn Adam about our plans; we'd keep the full horror of his forthcoming holiday as a surprise. "Now," Craig said, "I feel like a second fuck." I put a bag over Adam's head for his second fuck so that Adam would never know who it was, and not get any premonition of the delights of the forthcoming holiday. Having Adam blindfolded like this added to the heat of the show and as Craig was fucking him another of the winners started whipping his abs with a leather belt The evening drew on. The four winners stayed until about nine o'clock keeping his hole busy while the rest of the crowd tortured the bound and vulnerable stud. After eight it was starting to get seriously chilly so the crowd started to reluctantly disperse. Craig drove off so that Adam wouldn't see the van and the businessman had to get back before his wife became too suspicious! The two remaining fuckers untied him and double ended him both ways as a final fling before leaving him laid over the front of a car. They checked they had their login details and finally went home. We carried Adam's limp form back to the campus. He was too exhausted, too sleep deprived and probably too shocked to move of his own accord. We tied him to his bed and left him alone, with his dorm room door wide open, of course. CHAPTER 21 Sunday: A relaxing massage The weightlifters let him sleep in to ten in the morning which I thought was very kind of them. Their way to wake him up - grabbing his bollocks and squeezing hard - wasn't so kind, but it did get his attention. "Wakey wakey, Slave Boy! We've got your orders for the day." They didn't bother to tell him his orders; instead they just retied his hands behind his back and one of the weightlifters, Tony, tugged him along behind them as they walked out of his room with thumb and forefinger wrapped around the top of Adam's scrotum. The video footage of his walk was rather jerky, but the audio of him begging that they not lead him out in public was pure joy as his mouth went into autopilot. "Oh christ, please don't. Not outdoors. Look I'll do anything for you, you know that. But please, don't take me outdoors! I'll do anything. I can't take it in public! Please!!" Of course this did nothing to change things. He was led down the corridor to the stairs at the end, down one floor, along the corridor, down the fire stairs another storey and so on. Then they reached the ground floor and the doors leading outside. "No! oh sweet jesus, please don't do this. I can't do outside again. Noo-ooo..." The door was flung open and Adam was dragged outside into the campus. There was a small crowd waiting for him and he was given a round of jeering and teasing as he was dragged away from his dorm block and towards another building. Tony, his handler for this particular trip let go of his balls so that Adam would be frontaly fully exposed. He moved his hand round to Adam's rear and then pressed a finger up the waiting hole. Slowing to an absolute crawl, Adam was pushed across campus with a finger up his arse and everybody was laughing. Not a single person seemed to be objecting or running off to complain. There was even a pair of security guards in the crowd and they did not move to intercede. The entire campus knew that Adam existed to be humiliated. To add to Adam's shame Tony started to slowly wiggle his finger and Adam's treacherous cock stiffened as he walked. As they walked, Tony explained what Adam would be doing. Adam was ordered to give a "massage" to each of the winning body builders. The catch was that the massage was to be of their cocks. Adam was to start with a ten minute blow job, which was to get them hard but not make them cum. He was then to climb up and sit his hole over their cocks and fuck himself on them until they came. Adam himself was not allowed to cum. If he did then the usual limitation on who was allowed to fuck his arse would be lifted and any student would be allowed to fuck him, at the cost of one gym membership. This was a little deal the bodybuilders and I had cooked up previously. Adam was pushed to the sports building and taken to one of the treatment rooms. This is equipped with a bed that can be used for examination of injuries or for massage therapy. We have a sports sciences department here and they teach elementary physiotherapy in the room too. However it was the massage use that the body builders had in mind for their mindfucking of Adam. Because the room was used for teaching, it was lined with tiered seating, like a small lecture theatre. As Adam had been marched over a large crowd had built up following him to see what happened next. They were all given a seat. The sign on the door that usually read "PHOTOGRAPHY PROHIBITED" had a sticky over its lower half to read "PHOTOGRAPHY ENCOURAGED". Adam was turned to face the audience, and had his wrists cuffed behind his back. He could see in the audience virtually every male student he knew in College, many of the female ones, several members of off-duty security, five or six lecturers, and myself, waving happily from behind my tripod-mounted high-quality video camera. Adam could not hide it any more. The world knew he was a slave boy. Tony walked off stage with a cry of "let the show begin!". Martin, the first of the body builders walked on stage. He was naked from the neck down. Over his face he was wearing a mexican luchador mask. All his friends would know who he was but if the photos got out more widely his secret would be safe. Adam had no such privacy, of course. There was a deathly hush as he walked on. Everyone knew that Adam was being humiliated and the consensus was that he shouldn't be helped. But not that many had actually seen it first hand. Was it really true? Could it be really true? They were about to find out. Every pair of eyes tracked Adam as he walked over to the massage table. Martin laid back. His cock was already hard in anticipation but Adam still had his work to do. He lent over and started to suck and lick. He knew his orders: he had to keep Martin hard for the entire time. As soon as his lips touched the tip of Martin's cock there was a cheer from the audience. All that pent up anticipation had to be released. It was true; Adam Lomas was a slave, to be abused as anyone saw fit. Fresh tears poured from Adam's eyes as the set of people who knew his humiliation was extended to the entire campus. He struggled through his tears to continue with the blow job. No matter how bad his slavery was, he knew his masters could make it worse to punish him for any failure to obey. Ignoring the shouts from the people watching and the sound of cameras clicking and beeping, he focused on giving Martin the blowjob he demanded. Martin was a moaner and it was audible just how much he was into the scene. Weight lifters and body builders are hugely proud of their bodies. He had no problem performing in front of a crowd. The question was whether Adam did. What Adam was very good at by now was sucking cock and by the end of the ten minutes, Martin was ready to burst. Martin rolled on a condom very carefully and told Adam to "hop on, slave boy". Martin held his cock firm as Adam carefully clambered up onto the massage table, spread his legs wide and crouched down onto the waiting cock. Slowly he lifted himself up a few inches and then lowered himself. Fortunately for Adam, he had sucked Martin to the point of ejaculation already. He had to work his arse up and down Martin's pole for less than two minutes before Martin came with a roar and a shake of his hips that almost threw Adam off. No sooner had Martin cum than the next lifter walked on stage. This guy was wearing a full "Guy Fawkes" mask. Martin pushed Adam off him and swung off the bed. He did wobble a bit as he stood, I noticed, his muscles still trembly from the force of his orgasm. Martin, ever the showman, took a bow before the audience and posed for a moment next to Adam for the cameras. The next person to be massaged lay down and Martin pushed Adam's head down to get servicing. As Adam got to work sucking dick, Martin stood behind him and slipped off his full condom. As Adam was bent over, Martin then squeezed out its contents down the back of Adam's neck. Adam flinched as the warm, sticky liquid hit him, but carried on regardless. The gesture was mostly for the audience who laughed out loud at this extra little detail in Adam's shame. And so it went on. Over the course of the next two and a half hours, Adam sucked cock and impaled himself on cock for a dozen people. At no point was he allowed to get soft himself. The weight lifters had even arranged themselves in order of increasingly long dicks. The audience jeered Adam and cheered the other performers. Adam was using all his leg strength to keep fucking himself on the endless supply of cocks and all of his lower abdominal strength to keep from cumming. The regular breaks as he stopped cumming and starte sucking gave him just enough recovery time. Eventually he was going to cum, though, and it was going to be a geyser when he did. But that didn't stop him trying. The audience, meanwhile, were no slouches either. Normal cameras, phone cameras, video cameras were all deployed to maximise Adam's shame. Some phones were used to call in friends. The phrase "you won't believe this, but..." became a standing joke as it was heard time and time again. A steady queue of people came in through the door as more and more people got wind of the show. Finally, on came the last person to get his massage: strictly speaking, Horse wasn't a weight-lifter, but nobody was too fussed about precise rules at the moment. How did I know it was Horse? Well, his mask was a horse's head and his foot-long dick was well-known to gym rats and girls alike. Horse came on already wearing a novelty condom with bright blue rings running round it at one inch intervals. As he laid back he clicked his fingers and gestured for Adam to proceed directly to fucking himself. Adam squatted over Horse's massive cock. As he lowered himself down the body builders started a count as the inches sank in: "one, two, three..." The crowd joined in and when it finally reached twelve and horse's cock was fully covered by sweating, pained slave boy there was a cheer. I walked on stage, wearing the full-face Venetian carnival mask Adam had worn in his first exercise video. In my hands I had a box of gym membership forms. "Gentlemen, Adam has been given an order. He is not to cum. If he cums then anyone who signs up for membership of the gym gets one free fuck of his arse, right here, right now. If we run out of time you can be owed one to take at your convenience." I paused and turned to Horse. "Of course, Adam has to cum for this special offer to take effect." Immediately, Horse started thrusting upwards with his monster cock. He pushed, he wriggled, and he twisted to give Adam's poor hole as much stimulation as he could. Obviously Horse was enjoying the movement of the tight hole around his cock but there was a clear intent in his fucking to get Adam to cum. Adam for his part was trying to get up off the cock but without Horse's help and with his hands locked behind him he couldn't get off. Rather, his wriggling just increased the sensations and the changes of his "getting off". Horse's motions took on a steady rhythm and the audience started up a chant of "cum! cum! cum!" in time to Horse's thrusts. Horse lifted his right hand and started teasing the head of Adam's cock with ihs fingertips. Adam held back for over a minute before, with a cry of despair, he shot his load from his rigid, untouched cock over Horse's abs, chest and face. The crowd erupted with wild cheering and jubilation, drowning out Adam's sobs and Horse's instruction for Adam to lick up all his cum. Horse kept on pounding away until he had cum too and then turned over to his side, slipping Adam off his cock and unceremoniously dumping him on the floor in front of the laughing audience. Horse swung his legs over the side of the bed to dace the crowd. He pulled Adam up off the floor and mashed Adam's face against his abs. Adam started licking up his cum, starting with his tongue in Horse's navel. Horse pulled off the condom and then squeezed out the cum onto his own cock. Leaning over he told Adam to lick it up with the flat of his tongue, lapping at it like a dog. Adam complied and was rewarded with a second, much smaller shoot of cum right in his face. Adam spent five minutes lapping up the cum from Horse's body as two of our media studies students came over with the professional standard video recording kit they had been using to get some close ups of Adam's tongue work. They even brought across a microphone so Adam's slurping noises and quiet sobs were all perfectly digitized. Once he was satisfied, Horse wobbled to his feet and helped me and Martin pull Adam up and throw him across the massage table so that his face was towards the audience and everyone could see the look on his face as he was serially gang-raped. Horse tied Adam's wrists to on side and Martin tied his ankles - well spread - to the other. I, meanwhile, placed one box of membership forms and a second box of condoms on the table next to Adam. I took a pen and tucked it across his mouth for him to hold in place. "Right," I addressed the audience and raised a wireless credit card reader in my hand, "who wants to join the gym?" By the end of the day I had 75% of the male student body signed up.