Hell House-Chapter 3

Hell House



Chapter 3



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In the course of my computer interaction with the Black students, regarding my slave, a discussion of his “Introduction & Investiture” occurred. I gave it some thought, then discussed it with Mark. We decided, given the slave’s arrogance and racism, that having the ceremony conducted by the building’s Black residents was not only reasonable, but ideal.

When a new slave was finished with his initial training, and it was clear he was a keeper, he was presented to any and all building residents who wished to attend the ceremony. The ceremony was profoundly humiliating, due to the inclusion of public nudity, bondage, sexual submission, and the permanent removal of all body hair.

He was allowed to keep the hair on his head, his eyebrows and his eye lashes. Everything else–even his whiskers–were permanently removed. When the hair removal was complete, the boy would be fitted with a surgical stainless steel cock cage with integral lock. The cage could be removed without the key. But only by cutting the slave’s balls off.

On special occasions, the cage would be removed, and the slave would be allowed to cum in some humiliating way. When it was on, his only hope of an orgasm, would come from getting fucked in the ass, by someone willing to take the trouble to stimulate his prostate sufficiently. I found this sharply increased my straight slaves’ enthusiasm for getting fucked. This despite the very rare occurrences of orgasm.

As part of our workout and recreation facility, the building had an indoor basketball court, with pull-out bleachers sufficient to accommodate the 100 students who lived in the building. When a new slave was presented, the court was reserved for this purpose.

The space could also be used for more conventional forms of entertainment, so it was often booked. But, this was the beginning of a new school year, so the space was available the following afternoon.

I had Mark contact the Black students who had used Jimmy the previous evening, and proposed that the 16 Black men who lived in the building be the ones to introduce the new slave. And publicly restrain, humiliate, and use him. And permanently remove his body and facial hair. Only four of them identified gay or bi, but to a man, they agreed to the proposal. This pleased me. Not all wanted to fuck him, but all would participate in one way or another.

Jimmy would be made completely aware of all of this. And he was also told that serious public humiliation was coming his way at breakfast. This was due to the fact that he had failed to beg to keep his shorts, when one of the black men who’d had him the evening before, had asked to keep them as a souvenir.

I had ordered him to offer to do anything for anyone who wanted to keep his shorts. By failing to do so, he had disobeyed. And that meant another punishment. He already had one coming from Mark, but my punishment would be pure humiliation, instead of pain.



Evil Computer Voice: “Slave, I told you last night, that you would only be allowed to wear that pair of shorts in the building, until such time as I deemed you worthy of buying and wearing a new pair that fit better. Therefore, as you no longer have those shorts, you have nothing you are permitted to wear, unless you are returning from, or leaving for class. Or if I am whoring you out. From now on, you will be completely naked when going for your mail, or to the laundry room. You will be naked whenever I send you somewhere in the building to service a specific student. You will even be naked, if you just want to go to the student lounge, or any other part of the building. And that includes going for meals.”

The look of increasing horror on Jimmy’s face was delightful to behold. And from his muscle stud trainer’s expression, it was clear that Mark was both aroused and amused. Our sex toy was not at all amused. As I continued to describe his predicament, his eyes welled up with tears, and he was clearly struggling to keep from launching into a full scale sob fest.

When he tried to speak, he simply couldn’t. But, incredibly, he was hard! Emotionally, Jimmy might be afraid public humiliation, but physically, it seemed he was already totally into it. As fucking with his mind was every bit as enjoyable as fucking his body, this pleased me.



Evil Computer Voice: “I see the idea turns you on, Slave.”

The now constantly naked slave boy looked down at his rigid little crank, looked up at the computer camera and moaned, as the tears streamed down his face. He continued to hold his display position, though his hips were grinding, as if he were trying to hump the air.

Having slept naked and tied spread-eagled to his bed, on top of the covers, the boy had not had any relief. He was mindlessly horny. I decided, as he was about to be caged that afternoon, that I would permit him some release.



Evil Computer Voice: “Slave, you may jack off. You have two minutes to cum. If you don’t cum in that time you will have to stop, and wait until you are used this afternoon. You must catch your load in your hand, and swallow it down. Go!”

As the cameras recorded, Jimmy’s hands flew to his aching cock and furiously stroked it to completion in less than sixty seconds. He caught his load in his left hand, and continued to stroke with his right, as he swallowed his load. The horned up little twink never went soft, and continued desperately trying to churn up another load in the remaining minute. He didn’t make it, though I suspect he was getting close.



Evil Computer Voice: “STOP!!”

Jimmy sobbed and moaned, as he collapsed to his knees. But he stopped. I was proud of him for stopping, but disappointed that there would be no punishment for disobeying. Still, I had this afternoon to look forward to! My immediate concern now, was a clearly horned up Mark.



Evil Computer Voice: “Mark, has this aroused you?”

“Oh, yeah!”



Evil Computer Voice: “Would you like to make use of the slut, prior to his leaving for class? There appears to be only time for you to receive a blow job.”

“A blow job will do just fine. I can fuck him tonight.”



Evil Computer Voice: “Slave, you have four minutes to get Mark off and swallow his load. If you take longer, there will be punishment.”

Mark had pulled out his rigid rod while watching the boy stroke. The naked teen, already on his knees, literally lunged for Mark’s meat, swallowing it whole. Mark grabbed the boy’s golden blonde hair, and fucked the willing throat with a vengeance. The big muscle stud didn’t last four minutes. He barely lasted two! Teenagers, am I right? Still, it was great fun to watch.

Mark had selected the clothes Jimmy would be allowed to wear for his first day of classes. Underwear was not included, so Jimmy took Mark’s suggestion, and wore a condom over his hard, dripping dick. His little bulge would show against the fabric of his pants, for as long as his erection lasted, but at least he wouldn’t leave a stain.

There was one requirement, though. He would have to swallow any and all pre-cum that was captured by the condom. Jimmy rolled his eyes at that, but didn’t object. I think he was already getting used to the taste.

Jimmy got to his feet and moved to his clothes, clearly planning to put them on at the front door, as were his standing orders.



Evil Computer Voice: “Not yet, slave!”

Jimmy looked up in confusion.



Evil Computer Voice: “Standard attire for slaves at meals is running shorts and slave collar. As you no longer have running shorts, you will go to breakfast naked, unless Mark wants to present you in a different way.”

“Sir, would it be acceptable to present the slave in collar, wrist cuffs and leash? Leash attached to the front of the collar, wrist cuffs attached to the back.”



Evil Computer Voice: “This would please me. Make it so.”

The pretty blue eyes went all “Deer-in-the-headlights,” but the naked teen just sighed and put his hands behind his head, waiting for the cuffs to be padlocked to the collar. Mark grinned, padlocked the wrist cuffs and leash to the collar, then removed the ankle cuffs Jimmy was still wearing from the night before.

Naked, with his condom covered dick hard and dripping, his wrists cuffed to the back of his thick leather slave collar and Mark holding the leash attached to the front, Jimmy was a glorious portrait of submission.