Chapter 2: Heart Shaped
For the first time in three nights, Luke slept without a hypno track. Though, he had no idea that he listened to any hypno tracks before Monday night. It was a dreamless sleep.
When Luke woke up Tuesday morning, he was nude with a hard on. He didn't fully remember the events of last night, but when he saw the text message from Mr. Mark, it all came back to him.
"Good morning MY GAY SLAVE Luke. Today is the start of you learning to fully serve the needs of men. Here are the first few rules you will follow.
Rule #1: GAY SLAVE LUKE will remain NAKED while he is in his dorm room.
If the GAY SLAVE has guests. The GAY SLAVE is allowed to wear underwear and a short sleeve t-shirt for now. No Socks. No Shoes. No Pants.
Rule #2: GAY SLAVE LUKE will listen & obey Master Mark.
Rule #3: GAY SLAVE LUKE will bring NO CLOTHES to the bathroom when he's taking a shower unless told. He will cover himself with a towel or nothing at all.
Rule #4: GAY SLAVE LUKE will keep his body in shape by exercising, going to the gym, and eating healthy. Gay slaves keep themselves in peak conditions for their masters.
Rule #5: GAY SLAVE LUKE will address his Master as Master Mark, Master, or Sir.
Rule #6: GAY SLAVE LUKE will check his mailbox everyday.
If the slave finds anything from Master Mark, slave will text Master Mark for instructions.
Go check the mailbox slave. - Master Mark
P.S. Failure to follow the rules will lead to punishment, potentially including leaks about your desire to be trained. I am on campus. I will be watching."
Luke shook his head in anger. It wasn't a bad dream. He was getting bossed around by some Mark guy that he didn't even know who he was, or what he looked like. Luke huffed and was about to leave his room to check his mailbox, but he remembered he was nude when he put his hand on the knob. He sighed in frustration. This was going to drive him crazy.
He grabbed some wet wipes that he was now glad he picked up before coming back to clean the dried jizz on him. Then he wrapped his light blue towel around his waist, grabbed his room key with his shower caddy and walked to the bathroom.
He passed a few people on his way to the floor bathroom and saw a couple guys brushing their teeth and pissing while went to the end of the bathroom, past a door that divided the showers with the rest of the bathroom and walked into one of the shower stalls and closed the curtains. No one gave him a second look. It was normal for guys to go to the showers in various states of undress. Well for the Freshman, they usually covered themselves up with something. The Sophomores on the fourth floor were more comfortable in their own skin and a little bolder.
Some of the bolder guys would occasionally walk with their towels draped over their shoulders once they got inside the communal bathroom. Luke never saw it on his floor, but when he had to use the bathroom in an emergency, and the stalls were occupied, he rushed up to the fourth floor instead and saw guys in various states of undress, and they weren't even in the shower area. The blood started to rush to Luke's cock at the memory of that event. He blushed and self consciously hid his boner despite no one looking at him. He let the water run down his body while he tried to clear his mind of thoughts of cock.
"Am I really gay now? Do I like cock? Did I always like cock? None of this makes any sense"
"Hey anyone in there? You're wasting all the hot water." A jocular voice called out, one that Luke knew well. It was Calvin. He and Travis were roommates that Luke met in the fall semester and became friends. He frequently played video games and watched sports with them in their dorm room. He spent a lot of late nights at their place, especially when he old roommate was off campus, dealing with family issues. Luke blushed as his cock was still hard.
"Wait a minute" Luke called out, not wanting Calvin to pull back the curtain and expose his naked body with a raging hard on.
"Haha hey Luke." Calvin responded. "Taking your time in there."
"I guess. Maybe I'm a little tired." He squeaked.
"Well, you may have spent a little too long. Someone took your towel."
"What!" Luke exclaimed in fear, not wanting to run back naked to his room especially with a raging boner. Luke dipped his head around the curtain to look at the towel hook, his towel was still there fortunately. Calvin started cracking up in laughter. Luke gave him a once over: Calvin was wearing a purple towel, wrapped well below his navel, displaying his prominent, toned abdominal muscles. Luke's eyes traveled up. His unruly dirty blonde hair had a bad case of bed head, and his face was sporting a huge grin. Damn, he was hot. "You jerk." He shouted at Calvin.
"Hey. Hey. Relax mate." Calvin responded in between laughs. He took off his towel and slung it around his shoulder. Calvin casually yawned and stretched his arms up. Underneath the towel he was wearing tight black boxers that accentuated his bulge. His upper body was hairless, even his armpits. Luke's eyes lingered a little too long, and he almost licked his lips. His hole clenched and his cock squirted a bit of precum, but Calvin saw none of this through the curtain.
"Maybe I should take your towel." Calvin mused as he casually strolled over to shower stalls and snatched Luke's towel off the hook and started walking to the door that separated the shower area and the toilet stalls. Normally, Luke would have beaten Calvin to grabbing his towel, but he was distracted by his newfound thoughts of his friend. Luke froze in fear. Was Calvin really going to take his towel out of the bathroom? He would be left with only his hands and his shower caddy to cover himself. That would not be good. He didn't know how many people were out in the hallways. Did he dare step out of the shower stall with his boner and try to grab it before Calvin left? Either way he was going to be humiliated. Rather just Calvin than everyone else.
"Calvin wait." Calvin stopped at the door and gave him a cheeky smile.
"Maybe you should beg for me to give me your towel back."
"Come on man stop." Luke swore Calvin's smile grew wider.
"How about you get on your hands and knees and apologize for calling me a jerk?" Calvin sarcastically responded. Luke stared at Calvin, giving him a puppy dog look. Calvin held out Luke's towel and smiled innocently. Luke playfully reached out, but Calvin's extended arm was too far away. This was the kind of shit games Calvin liked to play, but this was an escalation. It was usually teasing with controllers and girls. He never threatened to leave him naked to potentially be embarrassed and humiliated.
"Calvin" Luke pleaded.
"Say Calvin is awesome and super hot" Calvin responded.
Luke groaned in annoyance. "Calvin is awesome and super hot" Luke repeated.
"I want to lick Calvin's feet." Calvin said, knowing that neither of them wanted that.
"You want to lick your own feet." Luke responded. Calvin smirked and sat on the shower bench, pretending to lift his foot up to his face and sticking out his tongue.
"Such a tragedy." Calvin pretended to mope. Calvin put his foot on the floor and laughed. Since the bench was closer, Luke tried to reach for the towel, but he missed and almost slipped onto the floor. Calvin caught Luke before he fell onto the floor. The shower curtain almost went down with Luke, but it held. Luke's hard cock pressed against the shower curtain when he was falling, and he almost blew his load right there. The curtain fitting his front like a dress and if Calvin was at the door instead of holding him up, he might have seen Luke's hard cock leaving a tent in the curtain. His cock continued to ooze precum as Calvin held onto his shoulders steadying him. They stood there in silence for a few seconds, the sound of water falling onto the floor the only noise.
"Woo" Calvin whistled. "You got a great ass Luke." Luke jerked his head to the side to look at Calvin, noticing that Calvin's eyes were staring at his ass, which wasn't hidden behind the shower curtain.
"Calvin." Calvin lifted the blond college boy back up, and Luke adjusted the curtain so Calvin wouldn't notice his still hard boner. Calvin handed him his towel.
"Sorry Luke, I couldn't resist when I saw that baby blue towel of yours. Even if I did take your towel, by now most of the dorm went to their 8 am classes anyways. No one would see that fine ass of yours. That would be a tragedy." Calvin chuckled and hung his own towel on another hook. He walked into one of the other four shower stalls but did not turn on the water. Luke turned off his water and dried off, hoping his boner would calm down. Once it did, he carefully wrapped his towel around himself, not wanting to give Calvin another show. He walked pulled the curtain back and walked out of the stall.
“Where you going baby?” Calvin cooed at him, sticking his head into the room, his hair now wet and matted to his face, shampoo suds in it.
“Anywhere where I don't have to give another show.” Luke snapped back.
“Ah, you're no fun baby. Come back here and let me make it up to.”
“Maybe some other time stud.” Luke cheekily responded.
“It's lonely using my hand all the time.” Calvin had a hard time delivering the line without cracking up.
“Your stupid cock is not my responsibility.”
“Maybe it should baby.”
“Maybe, but definitely no.”
To his surprise, something was flung in his direction, hitting him directly on the back of his head. It fell to the floor. It was Calvin's black boxers. "Something to remember me by." Calvin called out as he went back to his shower. Luke thought about taking Calvin's boxers off the floor and the towel off the rack for a second, but he realized the Calvin would probably show up to his door nude, looking for a towel, instead of going to his own room, and then he would ask why Luke didn't put on pants...
Luke's Tuesday classes didn't start until 1 pm so instead of lounging around naked in his dorm room he got dressed and checked his mailbox, keeping his eyes out to see if someone was paying extra attention to him. Maybe he could figure out who this Mark was and try to talk him out of this bizarre training. Inside his mailbox, he found a little small package. He pulled it out and walked back to his room. The blinds were closed, but he still stripped off his clothes. He scoped around his room for cameras in his paranoia. After he stopped his frantic searching, he slowly opened the package. Inside was a necklace with a pink heart attached to it.
"Master, I received your package."
"Good boy. You will wear that necklace. It is a symbol of your status as a GAY SLAVE. Send a picture of yourself wearing it."
"Yes sir." Luke put on the necklace and looked at himself in the mirror. He blushed as he turned and looked at his ass. He grabbed it tentatively. Calvin was right. It did look fat.
After taking a photo of himself with the necklace, face included, Luke put on clothes and went to the library to do some studying before lunch. He carefully hid the pink heart under his t-shirt. Furthermore, he went up to a higher floor of the library and hid in a secluded area that was not busy during this time of day. He scoped it out last week while moping. Now he was using it for fear of people knowing that he was in a gay situation he couldn't control.
After an hour of studying, Luke got a text from Master Mark.
"Where are you bitch?" Luke hesitated before responding, looking around to see if anyone was there. No one was.
"In the Library."
"Go to the bathroom in the basement. Bring only your clothes and your phone. Leave your backpack, or whatever, where it is." Luke felt the hair stand up on the back of his neck.
"Yes Master Mark."
"What is he going to make me do now?"
Luke walked down the least traveled staircase to the library basement, where mainly the archives were stored. Not many people came down here. He glanced around to see if anyone was there before quickly slipping into the bathroom.
"I'm in the bathroom sir."
"Good boy. You'll see a red backpack hooked onto one of the stalls. Put your clothes in there and put the backpack under one of the sinks. Keep your shoes but no socks. Then you are going to jerk off until I tell you to stop. No cumming."
"Yes sir."
Heart racing, Luke found the red backpack and took off all his clothes and put them in the red backpack. He placed the backpack carefully under one of the sinks and rushed into the same stall the backpack was. He couldn't watch the backpack while he was in the stalls, but if someone happened to come into the bathroom, that could be bad. He put the shoes behind the toilet, guessing that Mark didn't want him wearing them until he said so.
Then he started to think. How did Mark already have a backpack in the bathroom? Was he following him around? Luke sighed and started jerking himself off, admittedly the situation was turning him on. He started groaning loudly and had to stop himself multiple times from cumming. He thought back to the bathroom situation with Calvin in the morning. Now thinking what would happen if Calvin saw his boner. Would Calvin put him on his knees and have him suck his cock? Would he grab that bubble butt of his that he said was "fine?" Why was he thinking all these gay thoughts?
Breaking his trance was the sound of the door creaking. Luke froze and his heart started beating a mile a minute. His bare feet were still on the cold tile floor. He didn't dare pull them up to the toilet lid for fear of making noise and drawing attention to himself. He hoped that if he stayed still, the person who came in wouldn't notice that there was someone in the far stall with his bare feet on the floor. His hand, which was fervently stroking his cock, trembled. His ears were straining to hear, hoping that whoever walked in would walk out quickly without noticing the circumstances of a bright red backpack oddly placed under the sink or the bare feet in the end stall. He held his breath, worrying that even the tiniest gasps would lead to him being discovered.
Fortunately, whoever entered the bathroom quickly left it. Though it sounded like they dropped something. Did they take the red backpack? Was it Mark who entered the room? He couldn't leave here with only his shoes. Luke pulled his feet up to the lid and adjusted himself into this awkward position as he remembered he needed to keep stroking his cock even if there was no safety net of the clothes in the backpack. About ten minutes after the unknown individual entered the bathroom, he got a text from Mr. Mark.
"Cum and send me a pic. You have two minutes.” Luke was glad that he kept his cock hard and came quickly, spraying his torso with cum. He sent a picture of himself nude on the toilet with his cock still hard and his cum on his stomach.
"Good job boy. You may leave the bathroom now."
Luke used the tissue paper to clean the cum off his body and put it in the toilet. He didn't want to flush for fear of making noise. He would do that after he was clothed. Hopefully his clothes were still there!
He unlocked the stall and popped his head through the door, not seeing anybody. He slowly walked over to the sinks. The red backpack was gone, but there was a green backpack in its place. Had he suddenly gone color blind? Luke grabbed the green backpack and ran back to the stall and locked it. He frowned and felt like he was going to cry. Was he going to run through campus with only a backpack hiding his dignity? Would he wait until the sun came down and hope the shadows would hide him? He opened the backpack. To his glee, there were clothes in there, but they weren't clothes that he would usually wear.
He pulled out a hot pink V-neck shirt first. He slipped into it. Anyone could see the heart necklace fully with the shirt. It felt like it was a size too small. The next article of clothing was a pair of long socks that were pink with red hearts all along it. Next was a pair of frilly pink panties that looked like it was women's underwear. Luke blushed as he put on the pair. He looked down at himself. His thin blonde leg hair contrasting with the girly clothes. He took out a pair of tight black pants. "No way are these going to fit." He pulled them slowly up his legs. Surprisingly, they fit, barely. He felt tight. Luke put his shoes back on and walked out of the stall.
He looked at himself in the mirrors. If he saw a guy look like this, he would totally think that they were gay and that was without even knowing about the socks and underwear. He looked at how the shirt let him show off his muscles. They weren't big, but they were defined. And his ass looked bigger in these tight pants than his regular clothes. He had to admit. He kind of liked the look. He walked out of the bathroom feeling hotter but also nervous.
While walking to the bathroom showers in only a towel didn't turn a lot of heads, particularly because there weren't a lot of people in the hallways on his floor at the time, Luke's new outfit totally did. He could feel eyes on his exposed part of his chest with the girly necklace. He could feel eyes on his ass that his pants could barely contain. The pants felt like they were going to break with every step. He wondered if anyone could see the socks. He felt out of place so he didn't go to the cafeteria to eat food with his buddies like he usually did. He texted his group chat that his stomach was bothering. He got sympathetic replies and got a snarky response from Calvin about him needing an enema. A week ago that would have made him chuckle. Now, it made his hole quiver and his body tense.
Instead of the cafeteria, Luke went to one of the restaurants on campus instead, and then went to his 1 PM class. All the time, he felt eyes looking at him, judging and probing.
He got to his classroom early to try to hide from the stares he thought he was getting. Of course some people stared for a few moments, but others didn't give it a second thought. Guys dressed flamboyantly now a days. It wasn't unusual to cross paths with multiple guys looking like Luke everyday, but this was a new experience for him so he felt out of place. He cursed Mark for switching his clothes. A voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Whoa Luke is that you? I don't even recognize you in those clothes." Luke turned his head. It was John, another guy in his major. They ended up having a lot of classes in the fall semester because the college wanted to group students together so that they would form study groups or extracurricular stuff. John lived in another dorm across campus from his dorm so he didn't see him a lot unless he went out of his way. John was leaner like he was, but he had a smaller ass. He also stood a couple inches taller than Luke, something that Luke was jealous of. He always wanted to be taller than his average height. John was also growing out his hair so he was kind of looking like a hippie now. It was now reaching his shoulders in the back. It went straight down and was thick. Sometimes, he put it in a ponytail, but not today. Fortunately, he still shaved so his handsome face was visible with his full lips, brown eyes, and small nose.
"Yeah you know trying some new things out." Luke replied with a forced chuckle.
"It looks good on you." John stated. "Though I don't know about the necklace."
"It was a gift so I kind of feel like I have to wear it."
"Oh, well, don't mind me." The two got into a conversation about their breaks, and what they were planning to do this semester. Luke couldn't help but get lost in John's warm, brown eyes and notice how broad his shoulders were. Luke actually got to the point, where he was thankful that the class started because he didn't want to have other thoughts about John like he did about Calvin this morning, but throughout the lecture, Luke couldn't help but wonder what John looked like naked. He secretly wished that John would go to the bathroom so he could follow and....Luke shook his brain, trying to clear his head of his perverted thoughts.
"We should hang out sometime." John told Luke after the lecture. They did so occasionally in the fall, but nowhere near as much as he did with Travis and Calvin on account of John being across campus in a different dorm.
"Sure just text me." Luke replied.
"Maybe you could show me your other new outfits." John winked at him. Luke nervously laughed.
"I don't have anything other than this getup." John chuckled.
"Knowing you, I'm sure you'll have ten different types of those getups by March."
When Luke walked back from his class he started daydreaming about guys again, but he shook his head and tried to think about girls instead, but hot women just weren't working for him today. His mind went back to Calvin, and John, and the mysterious Master Mark. Lost in his own thoughts, Luke collided with someone smaller then him. The poor guy fell to the ground. Luke apologized and help him up. The guy kind of stared at him in a surprised way for an awkward amount of time. The guy was small, but cute, with glasses and freckles covering his face. He had black hair and an unassuming body that was small and thin with little to no muscle definition. The guy mumbled something to Luke that soundly like an apology and walked off.
Luke shrugged and walked in the opposite direction. When he got back to his dorm, it hit him. He knew the guy. That was Danny. Danny was a kid from his town that was smaller and meeker than the other boys and was often picked on. There were rumors that he was gay so he was ostracized from a lot of the boys' social circles. Luke didn't participate in the bullying, but he did nothing to stop it either. He felt guilty now that he hadn't.
As he continued walking to his dorm, he became more aware of the stares. He must have been quite a sight. He hoped the t-shirt and tight pants hid the frilly underwear. That would bring him unwanted attention. Well, more unwanted attention. He consciously checked the front and back of his pants, and he didn't see the underwear riding up. Fortunately, the too tight pink t-shirt went down to the pants so there wasn't any of his navel exposed.
In the dorm was the perhaps the worst. Most of the people he made eye contact with knew who he was, shy Freshman and boastful Sophomores. Nobody made any comments, but he could feel the lingering looks. He got a few winks and smirks from the Sophomores. He was surprised he didn't get a wolf whistle or a sly remark. He had to remember that a lot of the Sophomores would wear revealing clothing too when they went out to party so it wasn't anything that weren't used to guys seeing. Still, he wondered what they thought? Were they shocked? Especially the people that knew him? Did they think he was a fag and turn away in disgust? Did they find him hot? He willed himself not to get a hard on.
This wasn't his usual attire. Normally, he wore baggier clothing. The lack of comments stopped when he made it to his floor.
"Woah Luke. Looking good buddy." Luke turned his head. It was Travis. He was wearing a black loose fitting tank top. Luke could make out his pecs. Luke blushed in embarrassment. Travis had a resolution to become a gym rat during college. While he hadn't bulked up, he was definitely very toned. His chest was more sculpted than the start of the year, and he was showing it off.
"Hey Travis." Luke struggled to get out.
"Glad I'm not the only one showing off the guns." Travis winked at him, which made Luke's blush turn a deeper shade of red. "Didn't know you had it in you stud." Travis brushed his knuckles against his shoulders in a playful way. "I'm going to the gym. Want to tag along?"
"Uh, no I got some studying to do." Luke said in a bashful manner, trying not to look Travis in the eye or scan his body. Instead, he focused his eyes on Travis' brown hair.
"Alright, but you're coming tomorrow. We can do legs." Travis playfully smacked Luke on the butt and walked to the staircase.
It was then Luke became aware of an obvious problem in his pants: Travis touching him made him hard. He scampered into his room before anyone could see him. His phone buzzed in his pocket. It was a message from Master Mark. "Take a picture of yourself in your outfit today. Then, take off one article of clothing at a time and keep sending pics until you're wearing just the necklace."
Luke groaned, but knew he had to comply. He quickly snapped a first pic in front of the mirror. Then he took off the too tight shirt and took another. He took off the pants and his face was red as he took a picture of himself in the frilly pink panties and the heart socks. He decided to take the panties off and got on all fours to take a picture of his ass facing the mirror. Then he took off the socks and did a full frontal with his erect cock on display. He sent the five photos to Master Mark.
"Good boy." Master Mark responded. “You're such a hot slave. Every guy on campus will want a piece of you by the end of the semester. Unfortunately for them, they will have to go through me for approval.” Luke blushed in embarrassment. "Put the panties and the socks back on. You're wearing those for the rest of the day."
"Yes sir." Luke complied and put on the socks and the panties. He adjusted the panties so that he boner was tucked up to his abdomen.
"If anyone knocks on your door, you will answer it like that." The hair on Luke's neck went up. What if Calvin or Travis or someone else knocked on his door? What would they say if they saw him in this underwear with the heart necklace? He'd never hear the end of it.
"Are you going to see me Master?" Luke replied.
"I already saw you before you hid in your room like a pathetic bitch. You look like a good boy. Too bad, everyone can't see you the way you're dressed now....But YOU could always change that if you want. You could walk out into the hallway and let everyone see you for the gay pussy you are haha. The choice is yours...for now."
Luke shook his head and did some studying, trying to ignore the boner he got from Master Mark's texts. The thought of being seen in the underwear was admittedly hot. He didn't know why, but a part of him wanted to be on display. Maybe he could text on of the guys and see if they would come over? Pretend he fell asleep and say that he got these as a gag gift. How would they react?
After a while, his thoughts drifted back to Danny. His guilt about what happened to Danny led him to text his best friend from home, Anthony.
"Hey Anthony, guess who I ran into today at College, Danny! I had no idea he was going here too."
"Hey Luke. Haha, I didn't know he went there either. How is he?"
"Well, we bumped into each other literally. I didn't recognize him." He probably didn't recognize me Luke thought. "I only remembered after we separated."
"Haha, you'll probably cross paths with him again then."
"I don't know, it's a big campus."
"If you do, be nice to him. He got enough abuse in high school. All because those stupid jackasses spread rumors that he was gay."
…
"Do you think he is?"
...
"I don't know. All I know is that it was terrible what those football guys did. They spread rumors that he hung out in rancid bathrooms naked and sucked the cocks of any guy that would stick his penis through a gloryhole. They said he begged to be fucked by every guy on the football team without condoms and be left a gaping mess with cum leaking out of him. Just awful stuff like that." Luke's cock pulsed reading that. It brought him back to his morning in the bathroom. What if he had been in a gloryhole and a guy stuck his dick through the hole? Would he have sucked it? What if a bunch of football players came in and ripped him out of the stall? Would they have bent him over the sinks and fucked his ass relentlessly until he was filled with cum? He absentmindedly pulled the panties down a little and stroked his cock. If Anthony had any idea of what he was wearing or thinking about...
"That's awful. I didn't know that."
"None of us did. Stacy told me after graduation." Stacy was Danny's younger sister and in her senior year of high school. Anthony and Stacy dated on and off, but it never got serious. They remained friends after the on again off again so they kept in contact. Anthony was at community college so they may still be on and off for all he knew, but he and Danny were an hour away from home so there was no way to tell unless Anthony brought it up, and he hadn't brought up Stacy in a sexual way since last spring.
"Stacy never told you that Danny went to this college, the same one as me?"
"She might have. I don't particularly remember haha" Tony replied. "I may have been too busy trying to get under her shirt. I wasn't asking her about what her brother was doing."
"Sounds like you."
"Why bring up Danny?”
“I just felt guilty about not getting involved.”
“It's high school. Don't worry about the past. Like I said, if you see him around, be nice to him. If he was gay, having a stud muffin like you as a friend would turn him on haha.”
Luke blushed and his cock throbbed as he fully grasped his member.
“Stop teasing. I'm not gay, and I'm certainly not a stud muffin.”
“Have you looked at yourself in the mirror honey? Unless you let yourself go in the past two weeks since I've seen you, you are prime stud muffin.”
“The girls don't seem to think so.” Luke's mind drifting back to his ex.
“You'll find someone who appreciates you Luke, I'm sure.”
“Knowing my luck it will be a guy haha. Maybe even Danny...”
“Are you afraid he's going to turn you gay? If that was the case, if he really was gay and had the power to do that, I think a lot of us would be gay right now haha. You wouldn't be texting me. You'd be too busy sucking his cock and vice versa.”
“Ugh, just be my wing man during Spring Break and help me find a girl.” He shivered, hoping that he'd be interested in a girl by the that time. He didn't know if he was even in for a girl right now.
“Haha why wait until then Lukey?” That was Anthony's pet name for him. He only called him that when they were alone. He went by that until he was ten, but Anthony still used the name. “I'm only an hour away.”
Fortunately for Luke, nobody knocked on his door in his near naked state. He was allowed to put a shirt on if someone knocked, but the person who was waiting at the door would still see the frilly panties and long, heart shaped socks. There was also a wet spot on the panties from his cock. He didn't know what was worse: being seen nude or in the feminine clothes.
He spent the time until dinner studying and reading. He grabbed his regular clothes instead of the fruity ones that Mark had him wear. When he got dressed to go to dinner, he noticed that he had messages. One was from John, asking him if he wanted to hang out tonight. Another was from Master Mark.
“At 9 PM, go down to the basement of the dorm. Instead of the laundry room. Go down the hall and open the door to the storage area. It will be open. Go inside. It's a continuation of the hallway that's downstairs that's connected to the laundry room. There are three rooms on the right and two rooms on the left. You're going to walk into the second room on the left.”
“Ok sir.”
Luke had dinner with Calvin, Travis, and two other friends he met doing recreational sports in fall, Leo and Maxxy. Altogether they formed a group of pretty boy jocks, not overly muscular, but fit and handsome. They practically looked like twins if not for their hair color. Leo was blonde, Maxxy a brunette. Maxxy joked about dying his hair blonde to look more like Leo.
Leo and Maxxy's roommates both left at the end of the semester, and they decided to room together instead of being paired with randos. They knew in advance that their roommates were leaving so they were able to plan for it. The two of them were on the ground floor of the dorm, which was Maxxy's original room. They decided they didn't want to go up and down the stairs.
Dinner was a relief. To Luke's surprise, neither Calvin nor Travis mentioned what transpired about his interactions with them. No comments about his ass that Calvin caught sight of in the shower room. No comments about his gay outfit in the afternoon that apparently led Travis to slap his ass. Nobody looking under the table and looking closely enough to see the long socks with hearts under his pants. It was just bro time.
Travis still pestered him about going to the gym, but that was part of his routine. He wanted someone else to get gains with him too. The four of them rotated working out with Travis until they got too sore or exhausted and he'd hit up the next one. It looked like it was Luke's turn. Calvin gave him a wink when Travis was talking to him about it, rubbing his shoulder like it was sore. Maxxie gave him a sympathetic look. Travis didn't see either of these. Luke struggled to not burst out laughing.
Leo and Maxxy were trying to get the three of us to join them for a movie night, but Calvin and Travis were pretty tired. I feigned exhaustion too, but secretly I was on edge for tonight. Leo pleaded silently at me with his blue, puppy dog eyes. That never worked on me in the past, but now I was feeling all hot because of it. Maxxie just shrugged. It must have been Leo's idea, and he wasn't really up for it, but he want Leo to be happy. Travis and Calvin surprisingly went to the library after dinner for studying while Leo and Maxxie had another class. Leo, the night owl, convinced Maxxie, the early bird, to do a night class, which Maxxie was already regretting.
When Luke got back to the dorm, he bumped into his upperclassmen advisor, Neil.
“Hey Luke, how are you?” Neil beamed a big smile at him. Luke always felt that he was one of Neil's favorites. Probably because he didn't cause any problems with him.
“Oh you know...” Luke responded.
“What do I know?” Neil responded coyly.
Luke yawned. “I don't know. I had a long day.”
“Too bad.” Neil said sympathetically. “I'm going out tonight. Would love for you to come with me.” It was in moments like these that Neil's height got noticed by him. He practically towered over him. It made his knees feel weak.
“Haha. I would, but I got major studying to do.” Luke spit out in nervousness.
“Already, sorry Frosh, hang in there.” He clasped his hand on his shoulder briefly.
Don't get a boner. Don't get a boner. “Thanks” Luke squeaked.
“By the way, nice outfit you had on this afternoon. I really like that you're mixing it up.”
“Uh...thanks” Luke blushed in embarrassment.
Neil chuckled. “You're Welcome Luke. If you want, I can help him find something the sorority girls will really love.” He winked at him.
Neil started to walk out of the dorm, but Luke suddenly had a thought and stopped him.
“Hey Neil? Do you know if there's any guy in this dorm named Mark?”
Neil furrowed his brow in thought. “Not to my knowledge, but to be honest, I only really know the people on my floor. The other floors I'm spotty on. Why? Did you run into somebody at the gym and forgot to get your number?”
“Yeah, something like that.”
“It's a big campus, but it's not that big. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll run into that Mark guy again.”
Neil started to turn around and walk toward the exit. Luke watched as two other sophomores, Austin and Tracy, entered.
“Hey Neil,” Tracy remarked enthusiastically. “Are you ready for the party tonight?” He looked like a skater bro with a backwards cap on.
“You know I am.” Neil responded. “Can't believe it's a weekday.”
“Those Betas party everyday.” Austin replied slyly. “It's a wonder they don't get suspended.
“Maybe they pay people to do their assignments.” Neil replied. “As long as they're offering free invites, I'm not going to worry about it.”
“Yeah, but I got class early tomorrow so I can't stay super late.” Tracy stated. “But I can go for a couple rounds.”
“Me too.” Austin responded, smirking, his wavy black hair complementing his face perfectly.
“I was trying to get the Frosh to come with us tonight, but he's too tired to party.” Neil cheekily said a little loudly, making sure a heard him.
Tracy turned around and looked at “The twerp.”
“Hey, I'm no twerp. I'm broader than you and just as tall.” Luke indignantly answered.
Austin gave me a once over. “I don't know. You'd have to babysit him Neil. Those parties can get wild. I don't know if he's ready for that.” He gave me a sly smile.
“I already do. I'll keep him safe”
“Hey, I can hang with you all.”
“The adults are speaking twerp.” Tracy responded.
Luke huffed in annoyance. “Enough will you idiots. You can have your stupid party. Don't expect me to clean up your mess after though.”
“Sleep dreams princess” Tracy called out as Luke turned his back on them.
Right before nine Luke was in the basement with the lights flickering in the hallway. He checked to see if anyone was the laundry room. There wasn't. No machines were running either. He walked up to the storage door slowly and quietly opened it. He slipped into the next section of the hallway. Like Master Mark instructed, he walked to the second door and the left and opened it. It was an uninspiring room, cold concrete and a filing cabinet that it looked like it was left there and forgotten. There was a single light that struggled to illuminate the room. The main thing in the storage room was a beaten up, faded blue couch that had seen better days. He noticed that there were two things on the couch, what looked like a headset and headphones.
His phone pinged. “Lock the door if you don't want somebody stumbling in there and seeing the faggot you really are.”
Luke hastily shut the door and turned the lock. He got another text.
“Get more comfortable. Take off everything but your socks and underwear.”
Luke complied.
“Once you've done that. Put your discarded clothes in the filing cabinet. Your shoes can go by the door.” Luke stripped carefully and walked over to the cabinet and struggled to get one of the shelves open. With some pulling he was eventually able to open it and put his t-shirt and pants in before pushing it in. Then, he carefully placed his shoes by the door. His feet now cold from the concrete, he walked over to the couch and sat on it.
Another text came in, “You may have noticed by now. There is a headset and headphones on the couch. I am connected to them wirelessly. Put on the headset and then the headphones.”
Luke put the headphones on his lap so he wouldn't be stumbling around for them while his eyes were blocked by the headset. He slipped the headset on and all he saw was darkness. Then, he grabbed the headphones on his lap and put them over his ears. Nothing happened for a few seconds but then he heard Master Mark's voice,
“Good boy. Now, we may begin.” Slowly the black screen turned into a rotating spiral of black and white. Music began playing lowly. Luke's mind slipped from the nearly empty storage room to the journey ahead of him.
Luke, whenever you have the headset on, you are happy. This is your happy place. This is where I guide you into being a gay man. You will give into your desires and serve men. You will give into your wants and suck cock. You will give into pleasure and get fucked by cock. This is your destiny. This is what you want. You want your buddies to see the real slut you are. You want your buddies to present their cocks for you to serve. You want to be humiliated and used by the men around you. You want their cocks. You need their cocks. You live for cock. You need their cum. You need to cum while thinking of men. You need to cum while being with men. You dream of serving cock. You dream of serving men.
The voice drifted off into the distance and the rotating spiral gave way slowly to images. Pictures of shirtless men filled the screen. Thin men. Men with abs. Twinks. Twunks. Hairy men. Men Luke's age. Pictures of men on the college sports teams. Luke unknowingly let out a moan.
You will continue your descent. You were never straight. You are gay. You belong on your knees, sucking cock. You belong naked, needing to be exposed. You belong on all fours, getting fucked doggy. You belong in the locker room, serving superior men. You belong in the beds of men, giving your body to be used. You are gay. You are a gay slut. You will suck cock. You will be exposed. You will get fucked. You will serve. You will be used.
You will submit.
This will give your pleasure. This is your purpose. This is your goal.
To be the best gay slut you can be.
You will submit.
You will listen to your master. I know what's best for you. You will follow without question. You will long to hear my voice. Everyday, you will yearn to have me play with you.
You will submit.
The slideshow of shirtless men gave way to film. Guys rubbing their packages through their boxes. Hard ons seen through tight and loose boxers. Men flexing. Men staring down at him. Luke's hand subconsciously started reaching into his panties and toying with his cock.
You will not be worried about my commands. You will follow them happily. You will not worry about others seeing you as gay. You will take delight in being seen as gay. You will be delighted when someone identifies you as a slut. You will submit when a real man wants to use you as his cockslut. You will look out for men to use you. But remember this: I am your master. You serve me above all else. You hear my voice. I will make myself known to you when the time is right. It will be the happiest moment of your life.
The film of the men changes to them fully disrobing. Cycling through various men, slowly stroking their cocks. Luke licked his lips as his hand continued to stroke his cock. The tempo picked up as the men continued stroking, faster and faster, until they started coming. Luke stroked his cock in unison, pumping faster and faster.
The film of men slowly disappeared as the black and white spiral returned. The relaxing music playing faintly.
Luke, you will leave the clothes that you put in the cabinet. Attached to the outside of the door is a blue bathrobe. You may use it to cover yourself. Tomorrow, you will bring the bathrobe with you when you shower. You will wear absolutely nothing under it. When you hop in the shower stall and disrobe. You will feel free. You will love being naked. You will wish to be naked around men.
You will hope that another man hops into the shower with you and push you to your knees. He pushes his cock in your mouth and forces you to suck him off. He pushes the curtain back, and people see you. They see you with a cock in your mouth. They see you naked and exposed. They see you loving it. They see you happy, serving men. Your buddies, Travis and Calvin, will be among them, watching you intently. They take their towels off and bring you out of the stall. They put you on your stomach on the bench. One of them takes your mouth while the other one takes your ass. You feel full. You feel complete. You feel happy. This is your happy place Luke.
Luke keep stroking his caught until he got to the point of no return, eventually climaxing, moaning loudly as his cum splashed into his panties, leaving a sticky mess. The black and white spiral and low music continued for some time. Then, everything faded to black.
Luke slowly woke up from his trance. He flung off the headset and headphones. He noticed that his panties with a soaked in cum. His body was sweating. He still felt horny even though he definitely came. All he remembered was that he needed to leave his clothes in the cabinet, take the headset and the noise canceling headphones, and cock, mostly cock.
He wiped some sweat off his brow and grabbed in things before leaving the storage room. He turned off the light and stepped out. To his confusion, he noticed a blue bathrobe hanging on the door. He didn't know if it was late or not so he slipped it on, not feeling like doing a run up to his room in frilly underwear. It only went halfway down his calves so anyone looking down could see the socks.
Hiding the headset under his robes and putting the headphones around his neck, Luke slowly walked upstairs, hoping that everyone was asleep. The stairwell from the ground floor to the laundry was separate from the other staircases to get up so he had to get through the lobby to go upstairs. He passed the lobby and almost made it to the stairs before a voice called out to him.
“Luke!”
Luke stood there like a deer in headlights, not knowing whether to run or to turn around.
“Luke, are you doing some sleep walking on me? What happened to the studying?”
Luke turned around. It was Neil. He had a goofy look on his face.
“Oh, hey Neil.”
That stupid smile was plastered over Neil's face. He must have been drinking.
“Hey buddy” he slurred. “It's past midnight. What are you doing up past your bedtime.”
“Oh you know, couldn't sleep.”
“Couldn't sleep huh. Maybe it's because your clock is all messed up.”
“My clock?”
“Yeah.” He pointed down to my socks. “It's not Valentine's Day yet.”
To Be Continued....
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