Campus jock to manservant

I gulped and my mind raced.  There was no way out of this.  I hadn't seen my behaviour in any way as bullying and I presumed he would be as weak and submissive as he portrayed himself around campus.  Jeremy was a skinny computer nerd and I felt certain he was gay.  He mentally undressed me every time he saw me, and I saw him at the football games eyeing me up in my shorts.   He was an easy target for me to despise.  What started out as simple jibes turned into me bossing him around.  He bought me coffee, he cleaned my shoes, he carried my bags.  I  treated him with contempt I know now.  I went too far over the line.

I didn't know who he was.  I had no idea that his father was Chancellor of the University.  I didn't suspect that his father would have me filmed because his son ratted on me.  And when I was called to the Chancellor's office and shown the evidence, I had nowhere to go.  My family couldn't afford for me to be thrown out in disgrace.  It would have been everyone's business in our small community and our family business would have been ruined.  Chancellor Brown explained this carefully and methodically.

I accepted his offer.  I accepted I needed to learn my lesson.  I had no alternative.  But - when he outlined the consequences - I could not comprehend that the sentance would be two years of service, leading to a full life of service.

I left the room confused.  Billy Johnson, 22 year old Sports undergraduate with a killer body and popular jock around campus.  The last time I would ever describe myself in this way.
He made it very clear what he expected.  My life would change for the next two years in every way.  I would accept Jeremy as my owner, and I would see myself as his manservant.  Totally controlled and submissive in every way.  Only that way would I escape the disgrace of expulsion from the University.

Jeremy stood and smiled at me as I accepted my punishment.  In his hands lay my future, and he needed only to inform his father of my disobedience and I would be screwed.  I decided I would conform.  Bite the bullet and submit.

* * *

I moved out of the halls of residence and moved into their estate on campus.  Jeremy has his own annexe to the family mansion, and I learned I would live there.  My belongings were taken away when I arrived and I entered the building dressed only in sports gear.  

My fall was swift and devastating.  I was shown my servant quarters by a gleeful Jeremy who outlined his expectations in a matter of fact tone.  As was outlined by his father, I stayed silent and took in my future with horror.  Simple, silent acceptance of my place was required.  Total obedience and humility at all times.

A windowless box room containing only a single bed and a bell attached to the wall that would ring me to summons me.  No belongings, no music, no TV.  Outside the room was my wardrobe.  Several sets of clothing for outdoors and indoors.  Outdoor clothing consisted of white t shirt, black jogging bottoms and plimsolls.  The only item I would wear around the campus from now on.
My internal clothing was horrifying to me.  A skin tight white vest clung to my muscular frame and I was provided with a pair of small, white briefs.  Nothing else.

Jeremy smirked at my horror, and stood watching as I stripped naked in front of him.  Providing a bag, he told me to deposit my clothes before he threw them from the room.  

I stood as instructed.  Legs spread, hands behind head.  As Jeremy inspected my body visually and by touch.  He was clearly enamoured with my muscular body though he announced there would be issues with my body hair and my cock.

With a warning, he told me to stand still eyes facing front as he "fixed" my cock.  My mind raced in disbelief as I felt my genitals in his hands, the feeling of encasement and the click of a lock.
"There's only one cock in our relationship Billy boy.  And that's mine," he laughed. "I'm afraid your days of having a cock are over boy." He smiled and laughed as I looked down at the metal cage imprisoning my cock.

Silently I dressed in my uniform.  White singlet, white briefs that accentuated my cage and my tight footballer arse, and a white bow tie around my neck for good measure.  Just in case it wasn't obvious of my new status.

As I lay in shock on my bed, tears stinging my eyes waiting to be summoned by Jeremy.   I had no idea of the humiliation and submission that lay ahead of me.  A muscular jock sportsman now owned by a geek.

It was my own fault.  But my toes curled in frustration, and my balls burned, locked into this tiny contraption around my genitals.  How could this be happening? it felt so very unfair.