CHAPTER 22 Monday 

Monday morning didn't start well for Adam.  His alarm went off at 06:50
and he was immediately aware that his arse was aching after the wild,
non-stop fucking it had suffered for most of yesterday.  Only a tiny
fraction of the new joiners to the gym had actually had the chance to
fuck the "joining gift" and the long list of those he still owed a fuck
to was pinned to the wall of his room.

Pinned over the top of the list of names was a second bit of paper,
folded neatly in half.  Written on it was "read me before seven".
Adam opened it and groggily read what I had written there:

 Following your masked gym show, we have decided to continue the series

   'NAKED WORKOUTS WITH ADAM LOMAS'

* We have replaced your cheap web cam with something rather better.
It will come on automatically at 07:00 every morning and start streaming
immediately.

* Your computer screen will show the current number of viewers.

* You may not wear clothes.  You may not cover yourself or show any
modesty.

* Start with a five minute stretching set.  Be sure to show off your body.
The X on your floor marks the spot for best video capture.

* Follow it with a fifty minute cardio-vascular and body-weight workout
in front of the camera.

* At 07:55 you are to stop exercising and start wanking.  Cum between
07:59 and 08:00.  Catch your cum on your belly.  Wipe a finger through
it and lick it off.

* The camera will go dark at 08:00.  Stop then.  Take a shower.
Do not cover yourself up or wipe off any remaining cum as you walk to
the bathroom.

ps: It's probably 7 o'clock now!


The camera went live and its light burst on just as Adam rolled off his
bed to the adjacent cross we had taped on his floor.  He immediately
started his stretching set and then moved on to the CV exercises proper.
Given the location of the mark by his bed he was able to use the edge
of the bed for some of his exercises.  It would all add to the variety.

Compared to the sexual abuse he had suffered this was probably light
relief to him but our audience numbers were decent enough and a few
businesses had contacted us about advertising alongside his milder
humiliations like this.  I might have been imagining it but I think I
heard him whimper each time the viewer count on the screen went up.

The last minute of his five minute masturbation was frantic and desperate.
I hadn't needed to say what would happen if he ever failed to cum
on demand; I didn't need to.  He stroked relatively gently for the
first four minutes to keep himself hard but he had little experience
of edging himself.  He came with seventeen seconds left on the clock.
At five seconds to eight he stuck a cum-dripping finger into his mouth
to clean himself up.

The light relief of a simple workout was followed by "business as
usual" for our enslaved stud.  He opened the door to a waiting man,
completely unknown to him.  The new man, a rather skinny blond I didn't
know pushed Adam back into the room and swung the door shut behind him.
"I'm on your list," was the only explanation the intruder gave.

What a few of us knew but Adam and most others didn't was that only the
LED of his new camera went on and off.  The camera was live, twenty-four
hours a day, and its focus could take in the bed perfectly clearly.
We got an early test of this as the new gym member pushed Adam over to
his bed to fuck him.

Fortunately for us he threw Adam back over the end of the bed rather
than its side so we got to see the fucking in full profile.  He hoisted
Adam's feet up and over his shoulders to open up Adam's hole for its
first fuck of the day.  The fucking was quick and brutal and the new
guy didn't miss the opportunity to spit in Andy's face.

"Not so fucking proud now, are you, Scum?  Yeah!  You're my bitch now,
my fuck-toy now! Mine!  Mine!  MINE!!"

His verbal abuse didn't stop until he came.  He pulled out almost
immediately and emptied his condom over Adam's chest, mixing it with
Adam's own cum. Then he had Adam lick his cock clean before pulling up
his jeans and underwear.  He zipped up and walked over to the door.

He left at 08:25 and was immediately replaced by another man, this one
more strongly built but with a visible layer of fat on him.  Adam got up
from the bed to greet his new master and was slapped hard in the face,
knocking him back to the bed.

"Did I say you could move?" the newcomer snarled.  "On all fours on
the bed."

Adam took position, again exposing himself in profile to the camera.

"You called me 'fat' two months ago, in front of a girl I was dating."

The guy pulled his belt from his trousers, but made no move to unzip.
"Say 'sorry'."

"I'm sorry, Master," Adam said.  The tone of his voice suggested he was
genuinely regretting his past arrogance.  Oh well, too little too late.

His master brought his belt hard across Adam's exposed arse.
Adam squealed in pain; he had been expecting another fucking.

"How sorry?"

"Very sorry, Master!  I'm really sorry I was so rude."

The belt slapped again.

"Not good enough!"

"Please, Master!  I'm sorry.  I'm sorry I was such an arse.  I'm sorry
I was so rude.  Please, believe me.  I'm sorry!"  Adam was speaking for
all his previous arrogance, I was sure.

His master of the moment dropped his belt on the bed beneath Adam's head.
He unzipped his trousers and kicked them off.

"I've got another ten whacks with the belt set aside for you.  The better
you fuck the more I'll forgive."

He dropped his boxers and stepped out of them.  His cock was already
hard in anticipation of the rape to follow and he quickly rolled on his
condom.  He pressed the tip of his cock to Adam's hole and leant forwards.
"I like my girls to tell me how much they're enjoying it," he snarled.
Then he pushed forwards and started a crude, rhythmic fucking.

Adam did his best.  "Oh yes!  Oh god you're good.  I need your cock in me.
I need all your cock.  Fuck me harder, please master," and so on.  He got
fairly repetitive which was hardly surprising given the indifferent
fucking he was getting.  People ought to get lessons in fucking slave
boy arse, I thought.  And I had the perfect teacher, too.

After an age the intruder finally came.  He squeezed his cum out into
the dimple at the top of Adam's arse cheeks and then picked up his belt.
He wiped his own dick clean of his cum, which suggested a total lack of
imagination on his part and pulled his clothes back on.

"Not bad," was the only verdict.  "Let's say just five whacks."

"Thank you, master," Adam replied as he started to take position for
the spanking he expected, but the guy pulled him from the bed.

"Position."

Adam stood in the classic position: feet widely spread, hands clasped
behind his head facing the camera.  I could imagine the puddle of cum
slowly dripping down his arse crack.  He looked scared; this wasn't going
to be an ordinary spanking.  What his current master's imagination lacked
in the fucking stakes it more than made up for in physical cruelty.

"Shut your eyes.  If you break position I'm going to start again at
twelve."

He brought the leather across hard on Adam's buttocks.  Adam grunted but
held position.  The second lash came down across the backs of his thighs.
Adam muffled a squeal but still held.  His torturer then paused, partly
to get his strength back and partly, I'm sure, to increase Adam's terror.
Then, with no warning, he lashed at Adam's arse again.  From the sound
of it, it was the hardest blow to date.  Adam did cry out this time,
but still held position.

During the next pause his master moved to Adam's other side.  Gripping the
belt buckle firmly in his hand he brought it across hard, against Adam's
unready abs.

Adam screamed this time.  He sobbed.  He bent over nearly double.
But he kept his feet and hands in position.

No sooner had he straightened though, than the final blow landed.
The last three inches of the leather were expertly flicked straight
at Adam's bollocks.  The lash came in from the side and caught his
nut-sack perfectly.  Adam didn't have the puff to scream again, but he
just collapsed to the floor gripping his balls with his hands and curled
into a fetal position.

The guy dragged the limp Adam over to his bed and tossed him over the
side of it, arse to camera.  Seizing his belt in both hands he laid into
Adam's arse with blow after blow.  There was a look of furious hatred on
his face as he whipped Adam.  I'm guessing his girlfriend had dumped him.

Once the dozen were up he simply walked away and left the room, not
saying a word and leaving the door wide open behind him.  Adam struggled
to his feet and headed for the showers.  From the laughter I heard it
was clear the corridor was not empty.

CHAPTER 23 - RAG WEEK

I hung around to see what happened when Adam came back.  The University's
"Rag Week" had started, a week of on and off fund-raising events for
local charities, culminating in a "Rag Fair" on the Saturday coming.
The students always launch Rag Week with a fancy dress day.  The gym
rats always enjoyed the event because, cold weather notwithstanding,
they got to show off their bodies to the girls.  After the film "300"
came out there was a spate of leather loincloths and red bed-sheet cloaks.
Other years featured Tarzan or Conan lookalikes.

This year they had gone with the "Spartacus look".  Apart from Adam,
that is.

Three men from the Rag Committee were waiting for Adam as he came back
from his shower.  Until my membership drive the previous evening, none
of them had been involved in Adam's ongoing torment.  All three were
owed a joining fuck and spent the next hour with their cocks in his
arse and mouth.  Unlike most other masters, they didn't smear their cum
over him.  Indeed, apart from working up a sweat on him they were keen
not to spoil his looks at all.

"We've got your fancy dress outfit," they told him.  "Your name is
'Adam', isn't it?"

The committee chair grinned widely and held up a fig leaf tied by its
stalk to a short piece of green cord.  They made Adam take position
and tied the fig leaf over his cock.  Each of them took their turn
"adjusting" the leaf and stroking Adam's firm cock as they did it.
The twine didn't pass round his waist, but instead was looped around
the base of his cock, behind his scrotum.  Any twitch of his cock was
going to flap the leaf and make it obvious to everyone what was happening.

"Prof. Jenkins has booked you in room B2 to help with a class at ten,"
they told him.

They led Adam to his door.  "So that leaves us an hour to play."

The local press, for want of any real news in the area always gives
over a full inside page to the launch of Rag Week.  It lets them claim
they are doing their bit for charity.  The students in return make sure
the paper gets good pictures to fill the page.  The fancy dress launch
is always a good excuse for a large photograph, as everyone lines up
at the front gates.  This year, Adam was given a star position at the
front of the crowd and the photographer made sure he had some photos
of Adam in isolation, as well the two dozen "gladiators" from the gym.
Some of the photos would never make it to press we were sure given the
frequency with which Adam's cock got photographed or his bare arse was
fully exposed, but the photographer didn't seem to mind taking his time.

A few loud comments were made about making sure that Adam's parents got
to see the newspaper featuring their son.  The photographer explained
that it was common for some copies of the photographs themselves to be
sent to the people featured like this.  There would be no problem in
sending a complete set of photographs, including the unpublished ones,
to Adam's doting family.  Adam looked quite mortified and started up a
desperate set of excuses to try to avoid this happening.

"Oh, I'm sure I can be persuaded to keep my pictures to myself," the
photographer replied with a smirk as he changed the lens on his camera
to one suited for more close-up work.  He set the height of his tripod
to waist height and looked at Adam.

"Suck my cock, Gym Slave."



CHAPTER 24 - HELPING WITH A LECTURE

At 10 o'clock precisely, Adam was found standing in a medium sized room
in our bio building.  He was naked, stripped even of his fig leaf, but his
cock had been allowed to relax.  Prof. Jenkins' "lecture" was the first in
a series of practical demonstrations in anthropometry - the measurement
of the human body.  To keep Adam's distress running, Jennings had booked
a professional videographer to record the process of measuring the body
in meticulous detail.  The image was being projected on the large screen
behind the lecturer's head and recorded for the course website.

Jenkins started with the very simple stuff: height, weight, a whole host
of measurements of various parts of the body.  This let him demonstrate
assorted pieces of equipment for getting the right measurements.
There were over eighty different, recognized measurements that could be
made and over the course of the lecture series he would be demonstrating
all of them.

All the way through the introductory blurb, of course, he was feeling up
Adam's body and casually taking Adam's cock through cycles of hardening
and softening again.  By ten past the hour Jenkins was ready for the
practical proper.  To start the course on a high note he announced he
would begin with the male genitalia.  It was hard to get any measure
of the genitalia he explained because more than any part of the body
other than the eyes' pupils, the male penis changed in size.  He rubbed
enormous amounts of lubricant onto Adam's cock and his own hands so
that as he stroked Adam's cock to full size there wasn't quite enough
friction to let Adam cum.  After five minutes of stroking and discussion
of the Kinsey Report's infamous measurements, he had Adam in the state
of urgently needing to cum but not being able to quite make it.

Jenkins pulled out a proper measurement device, involving a steel ruler
with a sliding stop.  He pressed the end of the ruler on the base of
Adam's cock, marked the location for future use, lightly held the ruler
against the shaft, and lowered the slider until the cold steel made
light contact with the quivering tip of Adam's desperate cock head.
Jenkins called out the precise length to the waiting audience who
responded with a strictly unprofessional cheer.  Of course a single
measurement was not good enough given the penis' propensity to swell,
so Jenkins let Adam's cock subside as he ignored it and discussed the
topics for the series of lectures.  Then he re-lubed, stroked Adam up
again and repeated the measurement.

He let Adam's cock relax again as he illustrated various other measurement
points on the body, commenting on when the audience would be seeing him
measure them.  And then he stroked Adam to erection and measured him for
a third time.  After this he turned Adam away from the audience, pointed
out various points to mark on Adam's back and let his cock go soft again.

And so it went on.  Jenkins took five measurements in turn, letting Adam
go soft, hardening him up again and measuring his cock, shouting out the
measurements to the audience and the camera man.  By this point Adam was
practically insane with the need to cum, but the worst was yet to come.

"Finally, we move to the testes themselves."  Jenkins allowed Adam's
cock to subside as he showed the final piece of equipment to the class:
the orchidometer.  This was a series of elongated beads on a line, each
slightly larger than the previous.  "Using these we can compare the size
of the subject's testes against an agreed standard.  Having the bead in
one hand and a testicle in the other at the same time is the best way
to do the comparison.  He glanced over at Adam.  "The subject should
lift his penis clear of the scrotum."

Adam obeyed as Jenkins walked over to him and lifted the scrotum in the
palm of his right hand.  His well-practiced fingers quickly separated
out one of Adam's balls and pulled the skin tight over it.  Then he
held up the beads one by one and ran his fingers over the bead and the
ball at the same time.  He slowly moved up the sizes until he reached a
plausible candidate.  Then he moved one beyond to check it was too large.
Finally he backed down to the one he thought was right for a second check.
While he had kept up a commentary on what he was doing, he didn't identify
the correct size.

"Because I know the answer I have selected and this is the most
subjective measurement we have done this morning, I can't repeat the
measurement myself.  I am inevitably biased.  So, I would invite the
half dozen people who chose to sit in the front row for this lecture
to repeat my measurement of the subject's right testicle and silently
record their results.  Please recall that the subject's right testicle
is on your left as you face him."

And then the front row, composed of the people who most enjoyed Adam's
humiliation, came to the front and started squeezing his balls in front
of an audience.

They squeezed and Adam yelped.  They tugged and Adam whimpered.  But worst
of all, they stroked him time and time again until he got hard and pulled
his balls tight against his shaft.  Adam's fingers were on the end of his
cock because he was still holding it up to make way for the measurements.
More than one finger of the gang of six had crept up his arse and teased
his hole.  His trembling cock was liberally leaking pre-cum and other
fingers were gently rubbing it into his shaft.

Just as the last student had completed his measurements, Adam knew he was
going to cum.  The look of panic on his face made it clear to everyone
else too.  The students pulled back from Adam, leaving the view clear
for the audience and the camera man.  The camera man pulled his shot to
have Adam in profile, with an out-of-focus audience in front of him and
no students visible by his side.

And so it was, with the finger tips of his right hand still gripping
the end of his long hard cock and in front of a live audience of nearly
a hundred, Adam shot his load.

Ribbon after ribbon of sticky cum flew from his cock to the cheers
and laughter of the audience.  The repeated erections and softening had
built up a good head of pressure.  His hard cock pointed up and the white
fluid formed a beautiful arc in the air before heading for the floor.

"Ah well," Jenkins commented to the audience, "such are the perils of
working with a live subject.  If I had known the subject was happy to
masturbate to ejaculation in front of an audience I would have done a
section on accurately measuring the volume of ejaculate."

He smiled at the audience.  "Perhaps for a later lecture."

Then, as if nothing had happened, he asked the students for their
estimates of Adam's testicle size.  Adam stood there, all forlorn,
naked and dripping cum from his softening cock and his right hand.
After a final five minutes reminding the audience about previous work
on the statistics of measurements, Jenkins called the class to a halt.
"Please mind the wet floor on the way out," he reminded them.

As the class pulled out Jenkins tugged Adam off to one side and had Adam stand
by one of the exit doors with his hands behind his back facing the queue of
people walking out.  Camera phones and serious cameras flashed away as people
left.  By eleven fifteen the class had finally departed and Adam's cock had
subsided yet again.  

The video camera was still running, though.

Jenkins pointed to Adam's hand.  "Lick it clean."  Any trace of the
jovial lecturer enjoying a cheeky demonstration with his class was gone.
His face and voice were dominated by primal lust and power.  His eyes
bored into Adam's as the wretched slave lifted his sticky hand to his
mouth and started licking it clean.

"Put your fingers in your mouth.  One at a time.  Slowly.  In and out.
Let me see some tongue work."  Jenkins' instructions were becoming throaty
as his mind ignored anything that wasn't based around Adam's mouth.
The camera man had Adam's face in perfect focus: the cum, the tears,
the shamed blushing all expertly captured for transmission.

Finally Adam was finished.  He looked up at Jenkins, perhaps with a
glimmer of hope in his expression.

No such luck.  Jenkins just gestured to the floor.  "Hands and feet on
the ground only, widely spread.  Knees and elbows clear.  Lick it up."

Adam took the position as the camera man zoomed in slowly to start with a
view of Adam's body in perfect tension.  Then as Adam's left foot filled
his screen, the camera man slowly panned up Adam's tight, quivering body.
Adam was straining to hold position as he licked up the cum.  Jenkins
knelt down next to him, on the other side of the camera and started to
run his fingertips over Adam's tensed musculature.  As many unfit people
are, he was entranced by the beauty of the well-maintained human body.

Adam was having to straddle-walk to move his tongue along the long
line of cum on the floor.  As he did his cock was swinging and Jenkins
started to run his fingertips up and down its length.  With his other
hand he started to tease Adam's exposed hole.  As Adam moved, his hole was
stretched a little more and Jenkins started to press on Adam's hole with
his fingertip.  Each time Adam dipped down to lick at cum Jenkin's hand
below slid up his cock and his hand above dropped down with Adam's hole.
Each time Adam came up Jenkins' lower hand slid down his cock and his
finger pressed slightly further into Adam's arse.  After five "dips"
Jenkins' finger was in all the way.  Then he started to wiggle it.

Jenkins grinned as Adam twitched and almost lost position.  "Will he
finish licking up, cum or collapse first?"

"Winner gets to fuck his arse?  I call 'collapse'.  He's cum too
recently."  The camera man was obviously as evil as Jenkins.  As I
watched the footage later I made a note of his name for future use.

"OK.  And loser has to make do with his mouth.  I call 'cum'.  Let's see
what I can do."

Jenkins started to wiggle his finger, pressing against Adam's love nut,
no doubt.  Sick pervert he might be, but he was a sick pervert who knew
his way around — and inside ― a man's body.  He let go of Adam's
cock and simply worked his arse and within seconds had Adam gasping
and grunting with the sensations.  Unfortunately these led to Adam also
losing position.  Just as the cum squirted from his cock under his belly,
his arms gave way with the sensations of the orgasm and he landed heavily
on his own, fresh cum trail.

"I guess we both win," the camera man said.

And that's where the video footage stopped.



CHAPTER 25 - RAG WEEK

One of the standard fund raisers for Rag is the "charity car wash".
This is usually run by the girls who do the basic bikini-clad wash of a
car for the admiring motorist.  This year we planned something a little
extra.  At the entrance to the car park we put Adam, dressed only in
his fig leaf, carrying a large notice on a pole advertising the car wash.

Careful observers would notice that the post was actually fixed into
the ground, that Adam's hands were actually tied to it at about head
height, and that his feet were tied down and well spread.  So, any hand
reaching out of a car window to drop a donation into the tall bucket
standing between his legs would be able to give his cock a good stroke.
The bucket also had some cards tucked around its edge, giving contact
information: times of the window shows, joining details for the website,
and details of what Adam would be doing for Rag for the rest of the week.

We think his fig leaf might have lasted for nearly ten whole minutes.
His erection lasted for two hours.

Those two hours also featured Adam's most humiliating ejaculation to date.

Security had patrols passing by the entrance to the car park every
half hour.  At a quarter past the hour, or thereabouts, a couple of
guards would amble past.  At a quarter to we had two guards with their
dog, Jessie.  First time round the "security" guards had a joke at
checking his cuffs and announcing to everyone that "yup, he's secure".
At a quarter to one the pair with Jessie came round and scared him half
to death by letting the dog sniff round his groin.

The real fun started at a quarter past one.  The two guards that came
round spent some time checking him over and, as they left, smeared
something around his buttocks and deep into his crack.  Adam's hard cock
twitched as their fingers pressed home but they didn't follow up with
the full penetration he was dreading.  "For later," the guard confided
to him before leaving.

We don't get many flies this late in the year, but there are always
a few.  Over the next thirty minutes they were attracted to the jelly
smeared around Adam's spread buttocks and his hole's exposed rim.
As they landed and feasted their tiny feet and pressing probosces
kept a light but non-stop sensation running around one of Adam's most
sensitive areas.  His cock got harder and harder.  He was dribbling
pre-cum and a helpful car driver smeared it over the crown of his cock,
giving the flies something else moist and warm to land on and tease.
Adam was squeezing his spread buttocks and flicking his cock as best he
could to keep them away but this just added to the drivers' amusement.

At about half past one Owen turned up with a hi-def video camera,
directional microphone and tripod.  He set these up to point at Adam
and moved away to chat to the girls in bikinis.  Adam was so stressed
out that I don't think he noticed.  He would find out later when I told
him the viewing figures for our most popular video ever.

At a quarter to two, the two guards came round with Jessie.  Almost as
soon as her snout came within striking distance of Adam's arse her
tongue shot out and ran from the base of his spread crack to the top
in a single flowing motion.  Adam flew forward the short distance his
bonds would permit and squealed like a little girl in his shock.

"That stuff in yer arse," the guard told him.  "Jelly from a can o'
dog food."

And Jessie clearly liked her jelly.  Her tongue started a series of quick,
rasping flicks up and down his crack as she started to chase the remaining
jelly deeper and deeper into his hole.  As the car drivers cheered and
hooted their horns, as hand-held cameras flashed and clicked, and as the
forgotten video camera recorded every delicious second, Adam begged for
mercy quite incoherently as he was coarsely rimmed by a guard dog.

Adam knew when he was going to cum; the look of horror on his face for
the five seconds before was all the sign the audience needed.  There was
an almightly cheer as Adam came.

His cock had been teased for the past couple of hours so, even after
Jenkins abuse in the lecture theatre, Adam had had plenty of time to
build up a fresh batch of juices.  It was these watery juices that flew
from his cock and sprayed across the front of a car shortly followed
by a second jet that splashed down the side of the car and a third that
barely got over the edge of the bucket.

Jess hadn't finished her search yet, though, and her tongue was still
working his hole.  As Adam sobbed he twitched and shook with every lash
of the dog's tongue as she pressed still deeper.

Once Jess was finished with his hole, she still wasn't finished with him.
Salty sweet, runny cum had run down the shaft of his cock and onto his
balls, which were still tight against his rigid cock, and mixed with
his sweat.  It was this that Jessie turned to next, making Adam shriek
again as her long tongue slapped against his tight scrotum.

Her handler let her come round to his front and side away from the queue
so that her head wouldn't block the view.  Then he let her lick Adam's
cock with jus the tip of her tongue.

Would you believe it?  Adam had another orgasm left in him.

It was a dry heave, and no cum left the end of his cock but it got a
cheer from the crowd and a few extra licks for Adam.  His sobs told all
the watching viewers that he had reached a brand new low.

Dogs like Jess are muzzled in public in the UK.  Jess couldn't have bitten
Adam's cock even if she had wanted to, but might have been able to give
it a nasty nip so her handler pulled her away to continue his rounds.
I don't think a security guard has ever been so popular.  Men shook his
hand, patted his dog and thanbked him for the mangificent show they had
just witnessed.  More than a few fivers were pressed into his hand too.
I suspected Jess might be making a return later in the week.

This spectacular end let Graham, the Rag Chairman, close the event with
a suitable climax, so to speak.  Adam was untied and forced to kneel by
the side of the car to lick up his second cum shot.  While he was doing
this, Graham had a few quick words with the driver of the car.  As Adam
was made to bend over the front of the car to lick up his first squirt,
the driver got to spank his raised arse a dozen times.  We then tied his
hands to a bucket to walk down the line of cars, collecting money for Rag.


CHAPTER 26 - BACK AT THE WINDOW

From two thirty the sportsmen who were owed their turn with Adam actually
allowed him to sit at his desk, eat some lunch and do some academic work.
Of course, he was made to do it naked with his simple student desk moved
against his room's full-length window. As Adam sat, with his legs spread
and his hands above the table by order, his naked groin was clearly
visible to anyone who chose to look up at his window. Unsurprisingly,
given the publicity, many people did choose to.  They also chose to take
photographs and videos.

At half past two Adam was sent a text message to the mobile phone on his
desk: "IGNORE THE AUDIENCE.  SLOWLY STROKE YOURSELF HARD FOR FIVE MINUTES.
DO NOT CUM.  THEN LEAVE IT ALONE AND GET BACK TO YOUR BOOKS."

Adam could see the crowd taking pictures and knew these pictures would not
be as controlled as the ones on the website, but nonetheless he obeyed.
Perhaps after being photographed cumming for a dog, no photograph was
too much any more.

As if oblivious to the people outside he casually lowered a hand and
stroked as ordered.  He did have an audience, though, and they were
delighted.

The order was repeated at half hour intervals.  Each time he was ordered
to get hard and then get back to his studies, letting his cock go
soft again.

The six o'clock order was shorter: "STROKE SLOWLY UNTIL YOU CUM.  DO NOT
LEAVE YOUR SEAT."

Adam was almost out of cum after the day's earlier exertions.  It took
him ten minutes before he dribbled his white, sticky juices over his fist.

As soon as he had cum he received his final text message: "LICK YOUR
HAND CLEAN.  SQUEEZE YOUR COCK CLEAR AND WIPE IT OFF.  LICK THAT UP TOO."

Adam's chest heaved.  Perhaps it was a sob, perhaps it was a sigh.
But almost certainly he was thinking that compared to his other window
shows he was getting off relatively easy.

No such luck.

Less than five minutes after he had finished licking up his own cum
the sportsmen burst into his room.  They were all wearing cheap novelty
masks, no doubt inspired by the wrestling masks used by the bodybuilders.
But that was all they were wearing! Adam's room was full of mostly naked
young men.

The desk was quickly pulled out of the way and Adam was tied to the
four corners of his window alcove.  This was new for him; previously
his hands had to be free so he could jerk off onto his window.

Then a fit, young black man, naked from the neck down, wearing only a
cheap Bart Simpson mask from the neck up and a condom over a ten inch
erect penis stepped up behind Adam.  He placed one hand on Adam's waist
and used the other to guide his cock into Adam's spread hole.  Then he
slowly pressed it in.

I knew who it was, of course, but to the audience outside this was all
new: more than one fit, naked man at a time, and a male gang rape being
played out in front of them.

Mackey started a simple rocking motion as he eased his cock all the
way in.  Once it was firmly in he put his other hand on Adam's waist
and started to pound away.

After ten minutes Mackey shook as he came.  Then he rested against
Adam's back for a minute or so before pulling out and stepping back.
The lights in the window designed to catch Adam's bound form caught
the sheen of sweat on his body perfectly and accentuated his glorious
physique for the cameramen outside.

I knew the next player as well, though his tall, lean body was topped
by a Richard Nixon mask.

The sequence carried on.  One naked fit man followed another as they
stepped first into the light at the window and then into Adam's arse.

It was seven thirty before they were all done.  Every one of them had
exposed themselves to the cameras outside.  This was a serious hit.
The first I knew about it was when messages started to arrive at the
web site asking after these other studs under the live video feed Owen
had rigged for the window show.

They had one last sting for Adam.  They had emptied all their condoms
into a glass.  When they had all added to it, Adam's head was tipped
back and the cum was slowly poured out into his mouth.

Then the lights were turned off and Adam was pulled away.


CHAPTER 27 - AT THE GYM

Adam was delivered naked to the gym for the evening at about eight thirty
by a group of grinning sportsmen. They were wearing shorts, gym shoes
and broad grins.  I wondered if they realised just how visible they had
been at the window.

As the crowd of his captors split off from him Adam had a chance to look
around the gym.  There was a smile on the faces of everyone already there
and he developed another look of shock as he absorbed what he was seeing.
I had had the black and white photographs of Adam demonstrating the gym
machinery blown up to A2 poster sizes and mounted on the walls nearest
to the relevant equipment.  Nude photographs of him faced him wherever
he looked.

Turning to face me at my desk he saw my next treat.  I had been given a
present by the students of the advertising class Adam had "helped with".
One of them had produced a full size cardboard cutout of his naked body,
with the words

"GET A BODY
 LIKE THIS"

written over his chest.  A clear plastic holder for folded A5 application
forms just managed to cover his cock and balls.  Of course, if the last
leaflet was taken then he would be visible in his full glory, albeit
through a couple of layers of distorting plastic.

Next to it were two equivalent cutouts of his rear view.  Written over
his back one one were the instructions:

"STICK IT HERE"

and the other had

"FILL IT IN"

Each had an arrow pointing down to his arse.  A slot for forms to be
posted was cut into his arse crack on each.  I wondered if Adam would
realise that there was a full frontal cutout missing.

Given the number of novices I had in the gym after the recruitment drive
I set Adam to work demonstrating the equipment.  Of course this exposed
his body to stares and strokes as he worked and, unlike his posters, he
was soon quite erect again.  It was a great advantage for the students to
be able to feel exactly what muscles were tensing in each experiment but
I noticed that he was actually quite a good instructor.  Perhaps it was
just that any time without a cock stuck in him was good time or perhaps
being a teacher was as close to his old position as alpha male as he could
get now, but he seemed to actually enjoy explaining things to people.

The relaxed attitude towards nudity I had seen at the window seemed to
be spreading to the gym as well.  Casual bets were being taken between
people with the losing parties discarding their shorts and continuing in
jockstraps or underwear.  By nine o'clock I had a couple of guys fully
naked after losing a "double or quits" bet.  Gym life was livening up!

There was also chatter about betting for fucking rights at Adam's arse
once the evening's winners were settled and I made an announcement that
"Adam's arse was not transferable."  That got some chuckles.

Some of the newcomers who were owed a "joining fuck" chose to take
theirs during their gym session itself.  I think they realised they
were unlikely to get second fuck and wanted as many people as possible
to witness their rise up the social totem pole.  These were typically
over with quickly and actually served to let Adam recover between sets.
While these men all tended to replace their shorts after their speedy
fucks they were definitely part of the relaxed attitude towards baring
all that was starting to take hold.

I started to egg on a bit more betting and soon got an overconfident
Horse naked, after losing his jockstrap to Mackey.  Mackey then lost
it to a weightlifter and shortly later lost his own shorts to a fellow
footballer after trying another bet too soon after his previous one.
This left him in a pair of compresion shorts only, which beautifully
outlined his long cock.  I made comment on this to a few people and the
conversation around him got so embarrassing that he made another bet to
get his loose shorts back.  Again, he was pressured into this too early
against a fresh opponent, also from his football team, and lost.  I now
had the two longest cocks on campus on display for the next hour or so.
Unfortunately the evening was pressing on and I would be closing up soon.

I bought Mackey and Horse's clothes off their winners, paying one
Adam-fuck for each garment.  I thought I might have some fun with the
two of them and didn't want them winning their clothes back.  I wanted
them naked for the contest at the end.

I also wanted them competing, so I made a few very complimentary remakrs
about their strength and general fitness as they were exposed to me.
I was laughing with them about being naked and almost got them relaxed
about it.  Confidence-building is something a coach gets good at, and
my the end of the evening Mackey and Horse were feeling like they could
take on anyone at anything.

Adam had one last "newcomer fuck" before I had to call a halt.  Norman,
a tall and mildly overweight engineering student had Adam facing out
towards the gym, legs well apart and hands gripping a pull-up bar that
ran the width of the gym a yard out from the wall with regularly placed
supports along its length splitting it into rectangular blocks.

Behind Adam, Norman had been pounding away, able to look out over Adam's
shoulder at the other members of the gym, seeing - or at least imagining
- the admiration in their eyes as he fucked the hottest guy in the room.
He had used one of his hands to make sure that Adam never looked away from
the resting on-lookers and the passers-by between exercises.  His other
hand had gripped Adam's balls and the base of his cock.  At his request
a couple of the guys had taken snaps of the fucking with his phone.
Norman was a very happy newcomer.

When Norman was finished I had Adam hold position while I set up a video
camera facing him and announced the competition for the evening:

"Pull-ups!"

There were a few groans.  Following Adam's victory with press-ups his
strength to weight ratio was not underestimated by anyone who had been
present.  Horse and Mackey were both keen to compete, though, and soon
I had a dozen men lining a wall grabbing a pull-up bar.  I made sure
the two naked men competing were either side of Adam to give me as much
naked flesh in as tight a frame as possible.

The other naked gamblers had the wit not to compete.  Maybe they saw
something in my eyes.  They were taking te opportunity to slip back into
their clothes.

"Let's have some fun with these two new nudie-boys," I added once it
was too late to pull out.  "If you drop out you have to stand there,
keeping your hands on the bar until Adam drops his too."  The audience
cheered loudly, making it clear to Horse and Mackey that backing out
was not an option.

Have I ever mentioned how much I love peer pressure?

As they stretched up to the bar and lifted themselves up the mucsles
along the entire front of their bodies flexed together with their arms
and shoulders.

I started taking a video of the event.  The camera comfortably took in
the naked guys on either side of Adam, giving me the three naked studs
instead of just one.

As I had done with the press-ups, I called a painfully slow rhythm and
I had only called two before the first three clothed men dropped out.

At four most players dropped out, including Horse.  True to the game,
though, he held position and left his mighty dick open to full scrutiny.

Som gyms ban mobile phones but modern ones double up as muic players
and they do have such wonderful cameras.

Mackey dropped out at six and everyone else, excluding Adam, dropped
out at eight.  Adam, seeing his chance for a fuck-free pair of days,
kept going to ten and even then he kept his hands on the bar.

I reminded the audience: "Remember the rules.  Mackey and Horse can't
let go of the bar until Adam does.  Your choice who to tease."  I was
curious to see who they picked on: Adam because that was what they were
used to and if they pulled his hands down their frienmds could go free,
or the "new flesh", previously unavailable.

Novelty won out.  The crowd set upon all three of them equally.

There was tickling.  There was ball slapping.  There was even enough
cock stroking to have all three hard and dripping.

I used the crowd for cover and handed out six broad cable ties, whispering
a plan in six willing ears.  Six men moved to six arms and when I called
"now!" six wrists were quickly tied to the bar.

There was a cry of surprise, as much from the crowd as from Mackey
and Horse.  Adam was beyond surprise and stayed quiet, I noticed.
Perhaps he knoew me well enough to realise what I was up to.

I tossed some more ties to the floor and simply said "ankles".  Now I
could judge just how eager the crowd would be to turn on two more studs.

Very eager, it turned out.  Very eager indeed.