Chapter 3: Studio 609
Luke blushed. Someone had to see the socks, and it had to be Neil. Maybe he was drunk enough that he wouldn't remember it in the morning.
“Haha I guess so.”
“Don't worry buddy. It's not Groundhog's day. We'll get it all sorted out tomorrow.”
Luke didn't know whether to help Neil to bed or continue on with the conversation.
“Well good night Neil.”
“Goodnight baby boy.” Neil hummed. Luke was so confused. He turned around. What made it worse was he felt the blood rush to his cock when Neil said that. Neil turned the other way and started wandering off in a stupor. Luke shook his head and climbed the stairs to his room. He was so tired that he didn't bother to shower. He slipped off the bathrobe and the underwear and fell asleep.
Luke's alarm woke him up an hour before classes. He groaned. He didn't get enough sleep. Today was Wednesday so morning classes for him. He stretched and yawned. Noticing the bathrobe from last night, he slipped it on, feeling snug and comfy. He looked at himself in the mirror with it on. He liked what he saw.
Carrying his shower caddy and towel, he felt more confident today. Maybe it was the bathrobe, but he felt good. He didn't know why, but he was glad he was feeling better than last week. The showers were busy so he had to wait. Travis happened the be the guy in front of him, a white towel hanging loosely around his hips, barely reaching his knees.
“Why don't you come in with me when it's our turn buddy? Let's save some water.” He cheekily told me.
“I'd rather wait.”
“Your loss dude.” Travis adjusted his towel, pulling it slightly lower so people could see more of his groin. It was clear he shaved his pubic hair.
“Haha. Get someone else Casanova.” Luke jerked his head to the side in mock annoyance.
When it was his turn, Travis casually slid through the curtain, blocking himself from Luke's view, and hung his towel up by the towel hook. Luke didn't get to see a further peek of Travis.
“Nice bathrobe you got. I didn't know you had one. Where did you get it?” He turned the water on. Luke could hear it splashing against Travis' skin.
“Um...I got it as a gift over break...decided to bring it to campus.”
“It looks good, especially on you. Wish I had one like that.” Travis let out a low whistle that Luke didn't miss, but he chose to ignore it.
“Well, you're not getting mine.” Travis liked to “burrow” things from Luke. It took him two weeks to get a SSD card back. Travis snickered and scrubbed himself absentmindedly.
Other guys came in to take showers while Travis showered so Luke made small talk with the guys instead of the gym hunk. Most of them got stuck in 8 am classes even though they all hated waking up that early. Sometimes Maxxy and Leo would come up to this floor to shower because there wasn't any on the ground floor, but they weren't here today.
When he finally got his chance to take a shower, he felt so good when he stripped off his bathrobe. He almost did it in front of the other guys. That would have embarrassed him. Most of them had their boxers on or were wrapped in a towel. Not even Travis came in nude despite clearly wanting to show off his body. The Freshman weren't really known for strutting their stuff. With the upperclassmen, that was another story. Luke avoided looking at their bulges at all costs, but now he was curious. What if Neil came into the showers one day and took off his towel before going into the shower stall? Would he take a peek at his ass? Would he get to see his cock? All these thoughts made him hard.
But Neil showered upstairs on the sophomore floor even though his room was on the same floor as Luke, Travis, and Calvin. What a disappointment. Maybe he would brave the 4th floor bathroom one day soon.
Classes were uneventful and boring. Unlike on Monday, he did had lunch with his crew this time and Travis dragged him to the gym afterwards. After going through a warm up and an intense stretching routine, the workout was brutal. He didn't have much time to rest or cast lingering glances at the guys working out. He felt so sore and even in pain. Travis suggested that they go hit the sauna, but Luke declined. He took a quick shower and went back to the dorms.
Like Master Mark ordered, Luke checked his mailbox. Inside there was another package. He hastily brought it up to his room. This time, it was underwear, a pack of thongs. Luke blushed. One for each color of the rainbow. As if on cue, he got a text from Master Mark.
“I hope you like the present boy. Put one of them on. Let's see how they make your ass look.”
Luke put on the red thong. It felt tight and uncomfortable, like someone with playing with his ass crack. The pouch felt a little too small for his crotch. He observed himself in the mirror and had to say that he did like what he saw. He plump cheeks were on display. He sent a pic of his back facing the mirror to Master Mark.
“How is this sir?”
“It suits you slut.”
Around 5, someone knocked on his door. Completely nude, Luke hurriedly looked around for a shirt and underwear. Instead, he grabbed the bathrobe and slipped it on. “It's not like the person knocking is Master Mark.” He thought. “And he got the bathrobe for me anyway...” Luke slowly opened the door, popping his head out. It was Neil. He had a tendency to pop up unannounced.
“Hey Luke.” Neil flashed a smile at him.
“Hey Neil, what's up?” Luke replied, thinking that this had to be about last night.
“Oh nothing, figured I'd stop by and say hello.”
Luke wanted for him to go, but for some reason, he opened his door. “Come on in Neil.”
“Wow it's so empty in here without Carlos.” Neil whistled.
“Yeah, I miss him.” Luke said.
“Easy come easy go.” Neil replied. “I noticed that you were in a bad mood last week. Are you feeling any better.”
“Much better. Feel like a new me.”
Neil smiled, “That's good. If you need me for anything, you know that my door's always open.”
“So is mine.” Luke replied. “Especially my back door.” Luke thought. “Why did I think that?”
“College can be tough sometimes you know.” Neil added. “Don't beat yourself up.” He put his hands in his pockets, leaving his thumbs out, both pointing at his cock. “Anything I can do for you.”
“Not right now. If I think of anything, I'll let you know.”
“Good.” Neil responded, studying Luke. Luke felt a cold sweat. “Have you been out today? You're still in the bathrobe.”
Luke blushed. “Oh...I went to the gym today. I just took a shower and was about to change clothes when you walked in.”
“Your hair must dry fast.” Neil casually stated. “Mine takes hours.”
“I use a hair dryer sometimes.” Luke replied despite not owning a hair dryer.
“Cool. Cool.” Then, Neil, averted his eyes and saw something that made his eyes open. He turned back to Luke and grinned, “Wow! Who's the lucky chick?”
“Huh”
“Don't play coy with me. The thong.” Neil casually picked it up for Luke to see. It was the red thong he posed with. He didn't put it in his drawers with the rest of his new underwear.
“I don't kiss and tell.” Luke responded anxiously, his face growing a darker shade of red.
“I don't either.” Neil whispered, taking a step closer to Luke. Then another step. He put his hand on Luke's shoulder. Luke wondered if Neil was going to push him down onto his knees. His legs started to feel like jelly. Then, Neil tapped him on the forehead. “She doesn't know how lucky she is.” He brushed an area of bare skin around his collarbone that bathrobe didn't cover, and Luke felt his cock grow to full attention from the slight touch. Neil smirked and turned away from him and walked out of the room. “See you around Luke.”
Once the door closed, Luke disrobed immediately. He felt the blood rush to his cock. He wanted to chase after Neil and have him come back. He wanted him to push him to his knees and have him suck his cock. “What's happening to me? Why am I thinking gay thoughts all the time this week? I'm straight.” Still he pumped out a load thinking about Neil's cock in his mouth, fantasizing about what it would feel like.
At 9 PM, Luke strapped on the headset and the headphones. He stood in the middle of his dorm room naked in the darkness, waiting for Master Mark to begin their session for the night. The spiral black and white appeared, and he felt happy, his cock was already standing at attention and leaking.
...Good boy Luke. You're happy now. You're happy on your knees.
Luke's knees buckled, and he fell to his knees. He felt so warm. His cock continued leaking, precum falling to the floor.
You're happy serving men. You're happy sucking cock. You're happy having a cock in your mouth. You love having a cock reach the back of your throat. You love cock. You want to feel cock inside you. Good boys spend their days on their knees. Good boys serve men. Good boys serve men by sucking their cocks. You're a good boy Luke. You suck cock...
Luke remained on his knees as the headset turned on as he watched skinny men with no hair on their bodies fervently sucking the huge cocks of muscular men.
Stroke your cock Luke. Stroke your cock. Imagine that you are the one sucking cock.
Luke gripped his cock and started stroking.
Good boy Luke. Don't cum until I tell you.
Luke repeatedly brought himself close to cumming, but he stopped each time, remembering Mark's orders.
Listen closely Luke...keep stroking...this is what you are going to do tomorrow...
….cum bitch!
Luke's cock erupted after Master Mark finished his instructions. The headset turned off, and Luke was left panting in the darkness, hot cum drenching his chest and his thighs. His legs felt sore from the kneeling on the cold, hard floor. Luke gingerly pulled himself up, wiped his cum with a shirt in his laundry and fell asleep, totally wiped.
Thursday, Luke didn't have classes until the afternoon, but he woke up at six, which he rarely ever did. He checked his phone and noticed he had a text from Master Mark. “Go to the showers in your bathrobe. No other clothes. You are to jerk off in the showers. Edge your cock.”
“Yes sir.”
It was still early so Luke didn't meet anyone. He stripped, hopped in the shower, and started jerking his cock. He got so lost in his fantasies that he didn't hear someone entering the shower room. The mysterious figure was in and out quickly. Luke fapped, unaware there was a visitor. Every time he got close, he remembered Mark's orders and held off his orgasm for awhile. He must have been there for almost an hour before he blew his load.
When he came down from his orgasm and cleaned off, he turned off the shower and reached for his towel, but he didn't feel anything. He popped his head out of the shower curtain and panicked. His towel was gone. His bathrobe was gone. His keys were gone. Everything but his phone was gone. He frantically dried tried drying his hands and picked up his phone. It was 7:10 AM. Very shortly, people would be coming in to use the bathroom before they went to their 8 AM classes.
He noticed there was a message from Master Mark, but it did not make him calm.
“Poor Luke, you got to keep better track of your things. Good boys are attentive. You can't be gooning all day...unless I tell you to. Go to Neil and tell him you lost the key to your room and that you need a spare copy made.”
“But sir, I'm naked. He can't see me like this.”
“You got a caddy. Actually because you complained you don't take the caddy to Neil. Absolutely naked slut. Move quickly boy. Unless you want all your floor mates to see that hot body of yours on display.”
“Yes sir.”
“Good boy. You're going to put on quite a show. Maybe the guys that see your naked body will jack off to the image later.”
Luke took his caddy and held it with one hand behind him to cover his ass and his other hand to cover his privates. He rushed out of the bathroom and to his room, hoping he wouldn't run into anyone. He saw a couple of tired Freshman, but they didn't really react, probably trying to get the sleep out of their eyes. He reached his door and tried to get it open, but it was locked. He groaned and put his caddy down. Now, he couldn't hide his both his butt and his cock. He chose to hide his cock.
Luke's heart was thumping after his interaction with Neil yesterday. What would Neil say when he comes to his doorstep, naked and dripping wet?
With everything but his cock fully on display, he moved like the Flash to Neil's room. As he rushed to Neil, he saw a couple more people ready for classes. Some of them smirked at him. Some of them were shocked. Some wolf whistled. He didn't look back to see if they were staring at his butt or worse, recording. If he left his caddy in the shower, he wouldn't have seen so many people. There was at least eight guys that got a peek at him!
Once he got to Neil's door, he frantically started knocking, silently praying that Neil was there.
“Give me a minute” Neil responded, sounding a little muffled.
“Neil, it's Luke, I need you to open the door right now. It's an emergency.” He put his left hand over his crotch too, bending over slightly in a vain attempt at hiding his nudity. He could feel eyes on him from across the hall. Instead of hooting and hollering, there was silent stares.
It sounded like Neil got up from his bed. Thankfully for Luke, he opened the door. He greeted Luke with a tired yawn, his eyes closed. “Morning Luke, what's the matter?” Luke flew past him into the room. Neil's eyes widened as the naked, wet Freshman now standing in his dorm room, shivering. He quickly got a towel and wrapped it around him.
“What happened?”
“I lost my keys.” Luke chattered.
“You lost more than that.”
“I left my stuff in the shower room.”
“You left your towel in the shower room?” Neil cocked an eyebrow.
“Uh...I wanted to air dry.” Luke said sheepishly.
Neil rolled his eyes. “Uh huh.”
“It's not a big deal.” Luke replied nervously, thighs squeezed together in coldness. He still had his arms wrapped around himself despite having a towel. He still felt exposed.
“If someone stole your stuff, it is.” Neil had a frown on his face, obviously concerned.
“Don't worry about it.” Luke gave a small smile, looking at the floor, face flushed in embarrassment.
“Is this what you, Calvin, and Travis are doing right now? Pulling pranks on each other?” Neil asked quizzically.
“What? No!” Luke's eyes shot from the floor to Neil's face. Neil looked upon him in pity. Luke hated that look Neil was giving him.
“Well, this is going to be needed to be looked into. We can't have Freshman running around nude...even one that everyone wants to see nude.” Neil gave him a soft smile and winked.
“Please don't make a big deal about this.” Luke whimpered. Neil looked at him and sighed.
“Ok, let me go get the master key.” Neil went. Luke took the time to towel himself off. He looked around Neil's room. Nothing unusual or BDSM related. Nothing gay related either. It was a little messy, but otherwise clean. Very nondescript. He stood there awkwardly in the middle of the room.
Neil came back. He rummaged through his drawers and gave Luke a plain green t-shirt. He slipped it on so his chest was covered. The two of them walked over to Luke's room, and Neil opened the door for him. Luke shyly said, “Thanks.”
“Don't mention it buddy.” Neil did a fake bow. It almost made Luke chuckle.
“Um I still need a new key.”
“Yeah, I know Luke. I'll work on it.”
Neil tiredly walked back to his room. Luke shut the door and breathed a sigh of relief. He noticed that he had more texts on his phone.
From Maxxy, “Didn't get any pictures. Guys know not to do that because it will happen to them. If you need anything, let me know.” Luke could already see Maxxy shaking his head in annoyance.
From Leo, “I went to wrong bathroom this morning. Sorry I couldn't help :)” Leo was the one that wouldn't have cared if it happened to him. Hell, he probably would have stripped with Luke in a sign of solidarity.
From Calvin, “Just woke up. I heard you did a naked run. Wished I could have seen it...or help. It's all over the floor. You ok? You're getting a lot of compliments about your hot body, especially your ass. Let me know next time k ;)” Calvin would have totally helped Luke thought sarcastically. He'd probably give him two hand towels.
From Travis, “Damn, I went to the gym early. I would have helped if I was in the dorm. You could have called if you had your phone on you. I would have came.” Travis sent a pic too. “I hope this makes you feel better.” Travis was flexing, wearing nothing but a jock strap. Travis joked like that sometimes. It was better than him stripping in front of him. Though maybe now he'd want to see Travis nude. His cock certainly did. He fought back the urge to jerk off again.
Luke answered them all back, saying he was fine. He groaned and stripped off Neil's shirt. He needed to go on a run. He opened his drawers for underwear and noticed something odd, all his regular boxers were gone. In their place, he had jockstraps, compression boxers, and panties along with the rainbow thongs he got yesterday. He looked through the rest of his drawers to see if anything else was tampered with. A lot was messed with.
His knee length shorts had been replaced with shorts that looked like they would go half way up his thighs and some would barely covered his round ass. His pants were replaced with tighter variants and he had some exercise leggings that women would wear in an assortment of colors. His plain socks were replaced with colorful ones of various lengths, and his shirts were changed into V-necks, tank tops, and compression tops. There was even a white wrestling singlet bizarrely. The only things that weren't gone were his exercise clothes, hats, and shoes.
He texted Master Mark. “Where are my clothes.”
“These are your clothes now. They suit you. Slaves don't get to choose their clothes or even if they are wearing clothes. If you don't want them, you can start being a nudist right now.”
“Fuck me” Luke thought.
“Thank you for the new clothes sir.”
“Good boy.”
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This time, Luke's lunch with his friends was dominated by his naked run. To make matters worse, he was wearing a pink v-neck shirt, tight blue jeans, neon pink long socks, and a white jock, along with the heart shaped necklace. The only thing he was wearing that he picked out was his shoes. Master Mark told him exactly what to wear today.
He did not want to be in front of his friends, or anybody for that matter, in an outfit like this. He felt so...gay... He felt that his friends were staring intensely at him, thinking that he was queer. Calvin looked at him like a wolf ready to pounce on a piece of meat. Leo looked like he was staring off into space while Maxxie kept sneaking peaks at him and then not meeting his eye when Luke looked at him. Travis just kept his eyes on the necklace sometimes whistling to himself softly. He felt so awkward. Eventually the conversation moved onto other things, allowing Luke to relax, but he still felt their eyes lingering on him periodically. He felt like a pig roasted on a spit.
Class was a nice break. John and everyone else did not bring up his embarrassing situation because it was likely that no one knew about it. John again tried to get him to come over and hang, but Luke brushed him off again. John sighed and cracked a joke before leaving. Luke felt bad not hanging out with him, but a voice in his head was telling him not to.
Walking back to the dorm, he got a text from Master Mark, “Come to the Arts building at 8 PM. Go to studio 609. Do not bring your phone or wallet. Tell no one.”
“Yes sir.”
In the chilly January night, Luke briskly walked to the Arts building with only the clothes on his back. The four of his friends went to a party, and he made some excuse to not go. A few times, he turned around, feeling like he was being watched. This time of night, the campus was relatively quiet so people were minding their own business. He reached the back of the building first and noticed that a door was propped open with a brick. Quietly, he removed the brick and went inside. Studio 609 was on the sixth floor. The art building was one of the narrower ones, but it was tall.
He never set foot in Studio 609 before, but when he opened the door it was dark. There was a faint neon light in the room. The door had no window so without the light, it would have been pitch black.
There was a chair in the middle of the room. He sat down. On the wall facing the chair there was a screen. It turned on and the familiar black and white spiral appeared.
“Hello Luke. Stare into the circle. Relax.” He noticed that there were sounds from speakers coming from the ceiling.
“Hello Master” Luke replied.
“Stare straight into the circle and relax. This is a place for you to learn more about yourself.”
“I don't need to learn anything about myself, especially after this morning.” Luke twitched uncomfortably in his chair, averting his eyes for a second.
“Look at the circle Luke.” The voice said, ignoring Luke's complaints. He complied. “Good boy.” Luke felt a wave of pleasure wash over him. “Keep staring Luke.” A gentle humming sound began to play in the studio. “Tell me Luke, what have you enjoyed about your week?”
“My week...I don't know.” Luke continued to stare at the screen. He didn't think there was anything he enjoyed about his week at the moment. A lot of the people in his dorm had seen him naked, and his friends had been awkward with him. He felt something pooling in the pit of his stomach. After a few minutes of staring at the spiral, his thoughts began to slow down. He focused intensely on the screen, leaning forward slightly. The worries disappearing from his mind for the moment.
“Yes, your week Luke. What happened?”
“It was a big week.” Luke struggled to spit out. His mind felt blank and heavy. Even saying a few words felt like pushing a boulder. Oddly, the rest of his body felt light.
“Yes...yes it was. You did a lot of new things this week, your first week toward being a gay slave.” Luke imagined that guy behind the voice cracking a broad grin when saying this.
“But I'm not a gay slave.” He jerked his head a little, but he eventually turned back into the spiral.
“It's a process Luke. Let yourself go. Give into absolute pleasure. You'll thank yourself in the long run.” In the back of Luke's mind he silently fumed, but the rest of his mind was focused on the spiral...and the enchanting voice. “Did you enjoy the things we did this week?”
“I don't know sir.” Luke frowned, puzzled, trying to remember what happened this week. All that was on his mind was the spiral, swirling.
“I heard you had quite an eventful morning. Locked out of your room. Needed a spare key. No clothes either.”
“You were the one who took my things.” Luke had a moment of clarity.
“Hehe maybe it was me? Maybe it was somebody else?”
Luke scoffed. “It was totally you.”
“How would you know? Did you catch a glimpse while you were jerking off? Did you see the face of the person who took your towel?”
Luke's eyes remained glued to the screen, eyelids feeling heavy. “No...I didn't.”
“So how do you know it was me.” The voice taunted him, looking for Luke to offer a retort or a submission.
“You told me to go to the shower and jerk off. It had to be you.”
“I did do that.” The voice said in a higher pitch, stifling a laugh. “But it doesn't mean I did it.” The voice went back to a measured tone.
“But you knew I needed a new key so you did took it.” Luke squinted at the spiral, trying to keep his eyes from closing.
The voice chuckled. “Or maybe I told someone to do it? Do you think you're my only boy toy? Don't consider yourself so special. You have no idea what I'm capable of...”
The room started spinning around Luke. “Show me what you're able to do.” Luke snapped back.
“Oh, I will. But first, you must relax. Relax Luke. Relax and let go. Then, we'll have some fun. It's what you've been waiting all day for.”
“No, I haven't.” Luke thought, but he couldn't really remember what he was thinking today. Everything was so foggy. He was about to close his eyes, but he jerked his head, falling out of the trance briefly. Despite being told to relax, Luke still felt nervous and stiff. It came back to him. He didn't want another situation like this morning. No way was he going to run naked back to the dorm.
“Stand up Luke.” The enchanting voice pulled him away from his worries. While the room spun around him, he slowly stood up, legs wobbling, almost collapsing to the ground. His knees felt like they were going to buckle a lot recently. His resistance was fading.
“Good boy Luke. Keep looking at the spiral. Take a step closer.” Luke complied like he was being puppet being pulled by strings.
“I'm not relaxed Master.” He said in a quiver. His body tense as a board.
“What can I do to help you feel more relaxed?” The voice slowly cooed, the sound leaving a strange echo, bouncing off the studio walls.
“I want to know more about you Master.” Maybe if he could figure out who this mysterious Mark was, he could break the hold he had over him.
“Oh, I'm flattered Luke. All you need to know right now is that I am your master. You listen to me, and you obey me. That should satisfy you.”
Luke, frustrated, softly stomped one of his feet on the floor in indignation. “But master.” He whined. “It would help me relax.”
The voice let out a laugh that sent shivers down Luke's spine. “What would you like to know bitch?”
The spiral seemed to start spinning faster. Luke's train of thought stalled for a second. He shook his head, mustering up the mental energy and asked, “Do you live in my dorm?”
“I'm on campus.”
“That wasn't the question I asked.” Luke gripped his hands in frustration. The spiral kept spinning.
“What would you give me in return for answering that?” The voice pondered. “How about you give me your clothes?”
“My clothes?” Luke shuddered. “Not again.” He thought.
“Yes boy your clothes. Give them to me.” The voice really wanted Luke nude. He silently fretted about being left naked again, but the voice seemed to open him up to the possibility of being exposed. If that was what the voice wanted, then maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be without clothes. He brain felt like mush now.
“You're not even here. How could I possibly give you my clothes?” The last of Luke's defenses fought back like a flame flickering before being snuffed out.
The voice laughed. A slot opened on the wall near the entrance of the door. It was a two way drawer that was attached to a room on the other side of the wall. “Put them in there Luke.”
“Why does this room have a weird contraption like that? What kind of art studio is this?” He pondered. His eyes never left the spiral. After a while, he responded, “Ok sir, I will.”
“What am I doing.” A faint voice inside Luke's head called out to him, but he was too far gone.
“Excellent boy.” Luke tore off his clothes with subconscious trepidation and shoved them into the drawer. The drawer got pulled back almost immediately and what sounded like a lock go in place. Luke tried to pull the door back to his side, but he couldn't. It was a lock. He took off everything, including his shoes, into the drawer. He only had the heart necklace on now. “Face the spiral Luke.” Luke complied.
The spiral made him feel good. His worries about being nude went away. He was calm. He was happy.
“Tell me again what you want to know about me Luke?”
Luke struggled to remember what he wanted to ask the voice, assuming it was Mark. “Do you live in my dorm?” Luke probed again.
“Well Luke if you really want to know I will tell you.....” The voice gave Luke a response, but Luke didn't remember it. He was too busy getting lost in the circle. He thought he was floating in a pool of jellying, not quite being able to decipher anything happening on the outside. He couldn't tell if it actual words of gibberish. “Does that suffice Luke?”
“Uh huh.” He felt hot. He forgot the question he asked Mark. His eyes were focused on the spiral. The spiral was so good...
“Who are you?” The voice probed.
“I'm Luke.” He mindlessly responded.
“What does Luke like? What does Luke really really like?” The voice inquired.
“I like...I like.” Luke strained in thought, the only thing floating to the top of his head was... “Cock...I like cock.”
“Good Boy.” The voice lauded him. It made him feel good. It made him feel full. “Why do you like cock?”
“I like cock. I like cock.” Luke struggled to find a response. “I like cock...because...I'm a fag.”
“Yes Luke, you're a fag.” The voice heartily replied. “What do fags do?”
“Fags suck cock!” Luke practically yelled, unconcerned if someone other than the speaker was listening.
“Fags do suck cock.” The voice happily answered. “You're a fag Luke. Fags suck cock. So, you, Luke, suck cock.”
“Yes sir, I suck cock.” Luke drooled. The black and white spiral screen gave way to a purple screen with purple clouds.
“Get on your knees.” The voice commanded.
“Yes Master.” Luke's legs felt like jelly as he collapsed, but he felt at home on his knees. His heart was hammering in his chest, and his cock was standing at attention, waiting for his hands to stroke it swiftly, but he needed to wait until Master told him. He didn't know why, but he knew he needed permission to jerk off right now.
“Are you ready to suck cock boy?” The voice jeered. Still, Luke felt a wave of pleasure wash over him. He felt so warm and happy.
“Huh? Suck...cock...I'm not gay...only gay...guys...suck cock.” Luke murmured in confusion. He looked up at the purple screen, the word obey started to appear then disappear. Obey faded in. Obey faded out. Then a low hum that kept saying obey...obey...obey.
Then, it changed to a video. A faceless torso was sitting on a couch. The torso had strong legs and a full, erect cock. Slowly, spirals started to appear over the video. The obey noises kept coming. Soon, a man appeared on the screen. The man was naked. He looked a lot like Luke, blonde, fit, blue eyes, and a fat ass. The man crawled on all fours to the torso. The camera zoomed in. The man was drooling as he got right up in between the torso's thighs and started to lap at its balls. Then the horny, blonde man picked his head up and started fervently sucking the torso's cock, acting like he was in love with it, moaning aggressively.
“You love cock.” A voice called out to Luke. “Suck cock...obey and suck cock...You need to suck cock. You are a gay boy. Gay boys are fags. Fags suck cock. Suck cock. Suck cock.”
“Gay boys....gay boys suck....gay boys suck cock.” Luke repeated and drooled, watching the blonde men eagerly bop up and down the large cock. He was fascinated with his doppelganger sucking cock, thinking what it would be like if he sucked.
In the corner of his eye, something slipped out from the darkness in the space under the screen. The neon lights had been turned off so it really dark in the studio.
“Keep focusing on the cock. Keep focusing on the cock.” The voice cooed. Luke's eyes stayed glued on the man sucking cock. Now thinking he was sucking cock on the screen. He started miming the movements. He opened his mouth. He leaned forward. He felt like his mouth collided with something. It tasted kind of salty. He inhaled. It smelled kind of sweaty. He almost tore his eyes away from the screen, but the voice addressed him again. “Keep looking up at the video.” Luke's eyes stayed glued to the screen.
Slowly, whatever entered his mouth started to move in and out, never completely leaving, but Luke's mouth never fully filling his mouth either. It was a weird sort of in between. It didn't last for long.
His cock got hard, and he starting jerking off with his right hand while pressing his left hand on the wall, leaning forward, which brought more of the foreign object into his mouth. The moving in and out started to get faster. Saliva poured out of his mouth. Now, his mouth felt like it was getting stretched. His lips seemed to get swollen. Then the thing probing his mouth hit the back of his throat. He gagged.
The thing retreated, fully out of his mouth now, disappearing. Luke tore his eyes from the screen down to the hole. He looked at the hole, but he couldn't see anything through it. It was so dark that there didn't seem to be a hole at all. Maybe he was imaging the entire thing?
He fixed his eyes back on the video. The blonde guy was still going at it. He was fervently bobbing up and down on the cock. Eventually, he took it all the way to the base. The top held the blonde's face until the bottom was gasping for air. He let go, and the blonde, spit drooling down his chin, struggled to breathe.
Once he got his breath back, he eagerly went back to the cock like a good boy.“Open your mouth Luke.” A voice called out to him in the dark. He barely heard it. The voice repeated the command two more times and then reminded him to keep his eyes on the screen. In a daze, Luke relented and opened his mouth wide. “Good boy, now lean forward slightly.” Luke lurched forward, his mouth almost glued to the hole. The thing slipped into his mouth again, probing around. It hit both sides of his cheeks. It sneaked near the back of his throat, but it didn't get to the point where he gagged. Luke mindlessly continued to watch the video as the thing used his mouth.
Then, the thing got bolder. It started probing the back of his throat. Luke tried to withhold his gag reflex. The thing kept dancing in his mouth. It got faster and faster. Suddenly, it burst, something warm and viscous filled Luke's mouth. Some of it oozed into his throat, causing him to cough and sputter. He let most of it fall to the floor.
“Look back up at the screen.” Luke obeyed and watched the screen. The top was now off the couch. Luke could only see halfway up his abdominal. He had his hands on the blonde bottom's skull and was violently thrusting his cock in and out of the guy's mouth. The blonde's face was all red. He was crying. Then, the top groaned and ejaculated right into the blonde's mouth.
“Swallow” the top commanded. With a noticeable gulp, the blonde complied. The top yanked his face upward, using his hair as leverage. “Good boy.” He spat on the blonde's face.
“Thank you sir.” The blonde replied. He started cleaning the top's cock.
“Cum now.” The voice commanded.
Luke's cock, which had been pleasured by his hand this whole time, exploded, blasts of jizz spraying the wall. Luke breathed heavily, trying to catch his breath as his heart continued pounding.
“I want cock” he said absentmindedly.
“You're going to get a lot of cock boy.” The voice soothingly told him. “Now sleep.” Luke smiled and closed his eyes, slowing falling to the floor and dozing off.
When Luke woke up, he didn't remember what had happened in the studio, or why he was naked. He did feel happy, but he couldn't explain why. The lights were on, and he saw cum, drying on the walls. He shuddered. He noticed that there was a cabinet open. He walked over to it and saw his bathrobe inside, along with a pair of bunny slippers.
Having no choice, Luke put them on. He exited the studio with some trepidation and walked out of the arts building. Even with it being a quiet night, he made sure to take a route that had less traffic back to his dorm. It was chilly out so he was shivering, but he'd rather shiver than be seen in his state. He made it back to his dorm without being seen, but once he got to the lobby his luck ran out.
Luke saw Matthew, a Freshman on his floor that he usually avoided. Matthew tried to be his friend, but Luke always found a way to brush him off. He felt like Matthew was hitting on him, and he wasn't interested. He was pretty average looking too even with Luke now thinking that some guys were hot.
“Hey Luke! I didn't know you were a night owl.” Matthew eagerly called out to him, looking like a kid in a candy shop. Luke was glad he didn't have a boner.
“Oh, hi Matt.” Luke responded, avoiding eye contact. “Yeah, just couldn't sleep so I went for a walk.”
Matthew gave him a once over. “I love the outfit! It's so you.”
“Haha glad you like it.” Luke replied. Matthew would say the same about anything he wore.
“It's a little cold for that.” Matt slyly remarked. “I was going to make some hot cocoa in my room if you want to be warm.”
Luke tightened his butt cheeks reflexively. “Ah, no thanks Matt. I appreciate the offer, but I'm going to go to bed.”
“Aww” Matthew replied, scratching the back of his head. “Well, if you change your mind, I'll be up.”
“Thanks Matt. Good night.” Luke responded, doing his best to be polite. Matt gave him a smile and turned, heading for the basement, probably doing laundry. He hastily went to the other stairwell, but he could feel Matt's eyes watching him.
The rest of the dorm was a graveyard so he didn't encounter anyone else in the stairwell, and the short walk to his room. He kept a door wedge so he could get in.
To his surprise, on his bed was his clothes from earlier, his towel, and his room key. He sighed and texted Neil that he found his key. Neil quickly responded with a thumbs up.
Luke noticed he had a couple more texts.
“Listen to this music track while you sleep Luke.” - Master Mark.
“Hey Luke, none of us went to the party. Everyone flaked. Want to do a movie night? Maxxie went off somewhere, and I got no clue what Trav and Cal are up to.” - Leo.
P.S. I got popcorn.
“None of them went to the party?” He furrowed his brow in confusion. “That never happens. Something is up.”
But he was too tired to give it some serious consideration. He texted Leo that he was up studying and lost track of time. He slipped off the bathrobe and the bunny slippers. Before he crawled into bed, he made sure to put his earphones in so he could hear the stupid music track that Mark wanted him to listen to.
He let the music play and slowly drifted off to sleep.
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“Whose cock do you want to suck next Luke?”
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