[MasterBilly]

That evening I reported to Jeff’s room at 8:00 pm, as soon as the door closed I started stripping, naked I stood before him; Jeff smiled and I was happy, I had pleased him. Jeff handed me the keys to my cock cage and told me that I could remove it if I wanted, I quickly did, happy for the release. He got his mobile out and got me to pose in different positions as he took photo after photo, the most revealing was the last as he had me on my back, legs pulled right up to my shoulders and me grinning like an idiot. He must have taken 20 – 30 photos in total.

Once happy with the photo shoot he handed me a tube of lubricant and told me to lube up my plug before fucking myself with it, he sat and watched me clearly enjoying the show!

Satisfied with my efforts he took me around the back of the couch and told me to bend over it, legs apart, obviously expecting him to fuck me with the plug as well I was initially confused as I heard him unzip his flies, till the grim reality of what was about to happen hit me. I was going to get fucked.

I gasped as his cock touched me, whatever I had been through over the last few weeks, all of the new experiences, I did not want this, but I didn’t know what to do or how to stop it. Every time that I tried to stop Jeff it did not work, he did what he wanted anyway, I just got punished for it as well! As he entered me I suddenly realised that this really was life changing, up until now I had excused every gay act as being simply ‘slightly bi’, but this was different. Being buggered was homosexual, there was no grey area here, even if this was the only time that it happened during my entire life. I was allowing another man to fuck me, for the rest of my time on this planet I could never say that I had never been a consenting homosexual, because it was happening now.

My arse, already stretched by the plug, easily accommodated Jeff’s cock and as it slid back and forth inside me I could feel the underside rubbing against my prostate. My own cock rubbed against the top of the couch and I could feel that I had a huge erection, without realising it I was suddenly aware that I was pushing back to meet him with every thrust, yet I did not care, I now knew why bottoms did this, it was fantastic, Jeff kept on fucking me and I kept on pushing back,

I was on the verge of shooting my load onto the couch when Jeff came inside me. He withdrew and I turned to face him, desperate to cum.

“Can I finish myself off Master?”

“No, shove this up your arse to keep my precious cum in its place,” he handed me a butt plug significantly larger than the one that I had previously, this was going to hurt, even with lubricant this was going to hurt.

Jeff enjoyed watching me struggle, to be honest without him watching I do not think that I would have managed it, but I did not want to let him down. Eventually after much struggling and pain I felt it slip into place. I looked up at Jeff, he was smiling, he was also recording it on his mobile. He tapped his screen a couple of time and the plug burst into life, fuck, it was unbelievable.

“Get on your knees in front of me Bitch.”

I quickly scrambled into position as Jeff stepped forward a pace, his greasy knob nearly touching my lips, his knob that only a short while ago had ejaculated its load up my bum.

“Don’t keep me waiting Bitch, suck it clean.”

I paused, I really did not want to do this, but I knew the consequences of disobeying Jeff, I always lost! I kept my pause to a minimum, a split second, before taking his still firm penis into my mouth. This was not a blow job, it was a cleaning up task and I altered my technique accordingly, licking and sucking every inch clean. Happy that it was now spotless I did not know what to do next, so I just carried on sucking, hoping that this would curry up extra favour with Jeff, who was by now once again fully erect. It was not long before he was firing his sperm into my mouth and almost by instinct I did what was required, sticking my cum covered tongue out, swallowing, sticking out my empty tongue before lifting it up to the roof of my mouth displaying that it was indeed empty.

“Right Bitch stand in the centre of the room, legs wide apart and touch your toes.”

I complied, no longer embarrassed about being ordered around by Jeff, or being made to display myself in such a vulgar manner. Jeff approached me, lowered his hand between my legs and grabbed my testicles, enough to cause pain and I gasped out loud.

“So you fucking useless bitch, this morning in Alfie’s room you were told loads of times by Alfie to bend over and spread your legs, but you refused, why?” Jeff was growling at me aggressively, he was actually frightening me.

“I did it eventually,” I offered quite pathetically.

He squeezed my balls more, this actually hurt a lot and I was now crying out loud until he released the pressure slightly.

“I said why did you disobey Alfie?”

“I don’t know,” I said giving that stupid Junior School reply.

He squeezed again, causing me to cry out again; before continuing.

“From now on you treat any instructions from any of my bitches like it’s an instruction from me, understand you stupid shit?”

“Yes Master,” struggling to get my head around the situation that I was in. I had just been fucked up the arse, I was naked, bent double with my Master squeezing my balls and effectively telling me that the biggest weed on campus, Alfie, was also my master; meanwhile I had the biggest butt plug that I had ever seen still vibrating away up my arse!

This was from a man who considered himself 100% straight just a few weeks ago.

“Okay then, as a punishment for disobeying one of my bitches you will bend over my knee and take an arse spanking, do you accept your punishment?” Jeff asked.

Awesome, absolutely fucking awesome; I was now going to be spanked like a fucking child. Except of course that it was no longer legal to spank children and certainly not on the bare bum. Again though I could see no way out.

“Yes Master, I accept my punishment,” I stuttered quietly.

He let go of me and ordered me to put his chair in the middle of the room, picking up his mobile he made a couple of entries and the vibrating up my arse stopped, well that is something, I thought to myself. I placed his chair in the correct position as he placed his phone onto his desk, obviously giving it the best recording position for what was to follow.

He sat down on the chair and indicated for me to bend over his knee. I gulped as I stepped forwards and tried to position myself as comfortable as possible, my knob trapped on his right thigh, my hands touching the floor and my head looking under the chair at my own feet. I received a slight slap on the thigh.

“Get those fucking legs apart!” shouted Jeff. In compliance I spread my legs as far apart as I possibly could.

I felt Jeff lightly tickle my balls.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes Master,” I replied haughtily.

The spanking started, the first few just smarted; then, as the target area started to become tender, they hurt. A few more landed and it was now stinging. After that I entered an exquisite level of pain and I could hold back no longer, I was crying out loud now. This was cruel!

That was the darkest moment, the pain simply getting worse until I reached breaking point and still not knowing how any more spanks that I was going to get, how much longer that it would last.

Slowly though the feeling of pain was replaced by pins and needles, then a curious sort of numbness; it still hurt, but in a different sort of way. I was now determined to take the spanking no matter how long that it lasted. A few more smacks and I realised that I was arching my bum backwards to meet each smack as it rained down. Giving in totally I started calling out to Master Jeff to punish me more, deliberately pushing my bum as far upwards as I could to reach out to each stroke that came down.

Eventually and I have to confess, with a degree of disappointment to me, the spanking stopped and I was ordered to stand up with my hands on my head. Feeling horny as hell, totally aroused and my face flushed I did as I was told, a rock solid erect penis swinging from my groin.

Jeff picked up his phone, presumably switched off the video mode and took 3 still images of me before switching the vibrator on in my butt plug, via his phone of course!

He went into his en-suite and beckoned me with his finger to follow, as I entered he pointed at me to drop to my knees. Good heavens, he did not want another blow job surely, he had just come twice! The man was insatiable. Thankfully he didn’t, he tapped his phone twice and the vibrating stopped, he tapped it again and an electric charge shot from the butt plug across the base of my cock and I screamed out with joy as my body ejaculated in the most intense manner possible and I shot my cum over his tiled floor. The electric charge stopped as the last of my semen dripped out of me, I looked up at Jeff.

“Are you making a mess of my floor, Bitch?”

I looked back down at the pool of cum and I knew what I had to do, I bent over and licked up and swallowed every single drop off his dirty floor.

“You can fuck off now Bitch, take your clothes, get dressed in the corridor and keep the plug in until you get back to your own room,” Jeff told me aggressively after first fitting the chastity cage back on me.

Hurriedly I dressed in the corridor, shit scarred of somebody catching me, but nobody saw me and I made my way back. Once safely in my own room I removed the massive plug with difficulty and washed it down and then examined it, there were indeed metal contacts that would touch up against the prostate, if Jeff activated these contacts he could give me a forced orgasm whenever he wanted regardless of my will.

My own sex life was getting further and further out of my control; now not only could he, or anybody that he wanted, use me as a cum dump, anal or oral, he could stop me from cumming unless he approved, but he could also make me cum almost at will whether I liked it or not.

I should have been furious with this, or at the very least humiliated, but I was not, I was turned on as fuck. I was truly Jeff’s bitch and he owned me. He could fuck me, spank me or abuse me in any way that he wanted.

Going to bed on Tuesday evening I was horny as fuck, the thought that I would be waking up to a blow job from Alfie made me like a child on Christmas Eve. I just could not get to sleep. My alarm went off at 6:40, I quickly grabbed a shower, put on my bitch uniform and grabbing my new butt plug I made my way to Alfie’s.

Alfie answered the door naked, let me in and ordered me to strip. When ready he grabbed me by the hair (of the scalp!) and led me across his room and then basically bent me over his desk, it was ridiculous being led around his room like that by a physically weak kid like Alfie and being made to bend over, but I knew better than to resist and his blow job’s were worth a little humiliation.

“Spread them,” Alfie instructed giving me a slap on the bum, I moved my legs wide apart in anticipation of receiving that mammoth butt plug that I had brought.

I heard Alfie messing with a tube of lubricant then something touching the cheeks of my arse. But in total shock it was not the butt plug, it was the flesh of Alfie’s cock.

As he slid into me I felt shit, initially I did not like it when Jeff fucked me, but at least I held Jeff in esteem, I respected him, utterly! I liked Alfie, but actually did not respect him one little bit, he seemed to have no self esteem, he was a pathetic weed and a natural bitch, but I could still like him if I had no respect for him.

So to be fucked by such a person on his terms made me feel a zero, worthless!

As he fucked me the feeling got no better, he may have been good at blow jobs, but as a fuck he was just mechanical. When he did cum he simply withdrew, slapped me on the bum hard and told me to get dressed and fuck off.

I went back to my room feeling worse, a dirty whore. This had to change, I could not carry on like this.

Thursday evening I went around to Jeff’s room again and got buggered again and then was made to suck him clean again. This time there was no opportunity for me to cum, so I was left hoping for another award winning blow job from Alfie on Friday morning.

Sadly it was not meant to be, I was met in Alfie’s room by Alfie and the guy that I saw leaving Jeff’s room the first time that I visited him, his name was Harry and was outwardly very friendly. All three of us were dressed in ‘bitch uniforms’.

“So you are going to be this morning’s spit roast are you?” Harry asked me, smiling brightly.

“Er, I’m not sure to be honest,” I replied, I never knew what to expect anymore, I did not know whether this had been planned by Alfie or if Jeff had arranged everything to the detail or what! I did know that I would have no say in what happened and realistically little say in whether I participated.

“You are this morning’s spit roast, so get naked now and get your hands and knees over the corner of the bed,” Alfie said in his firm but monotone voice.

As I got into position Harry approached from the front, smiling fondly at me as he undid his shorts, no briefs I noticed. His cock was slightly smaller than mine, a moral victory for me, as it inched forwards I naturally opened my mouth and it slid in.

I definitely felt that I was getting better at performing oral and I used all my new found skill trying to please Harry. Alfie, alas, had got no better at anal and continued to pump me mechanically. Desperate as I was for Harry to cum first, if only as a ‘feather in my cap’ to my own oral skills, it was Alfie who dumped his load inside me first. Still as Alfie withdrew the pragmatic side of me thought, ‘one down, one to go’.

I could not understand why Harry pulled out of me as well surely he was enjoying this? Until he moved around the back of me and his intentions became clearer.

‘Oh bloody hell,’ I thought to myself, ‘Oh help me Lord’. I was about to be fucked up the arse by a second person within a few seconds.

Worse still, as Harry started fucking me, Alfie moved around to the front to have his cock cleaned in my mouth! It could not be possible to debase me anymore, I had become the bitch to the bitches.

Just as I finished cleaning Alfie, Harry finished inside me, predictably he walked around the front of me and pushed his penis towards my lips, I opened my mouth to accommodate. Actually it was not as bad cleaning Harry as it was Alfie, though that was purely a psychological thing.

I got back to my room, I did not have a lecture until 10 am so I had time to sit and fester, to think about what had just happened and to think about what was happening to me in general.

I had been buggered by three different people in the last 12 hours, on each occasion I had sucked the person clean straight after. I could have just walked away, I chose not to. By definition I was now homosexual. I was also a bitch, a bitch to Jeff; worse still a bitch to Alfie and Harry (Jeff’s own bitches) and there was probably worse to come. Would I become a bitch to Jon too? Also how many other bitches did Jeff own?

The worst thing about it all was actually I did not mind it, part of me wanted to be the bitch, to please other people, to make them happy. I did know that I definitely wanted Jeff to fuck me again.

The following day, Saturday, I had a lie in. I got up around 11 O’clock and nipped into town for some brunch and via a long walk back through the park made it back to my accommodation. 40 minutes of self study later and I received a text from Jeff.

Text: WHERE ARE YOU?

Reply: IN MY ROOM MASTER

Text: ANYTHING PLANNED FOR THE NEXT COUPLE OF HOURS

Reply: NOTHING MASTER

Text: SOME GUYS ARE COMING ROUND, DO EXACTLY AS THEY SAY

A short while later and there was a knock at the door, it was Alfie, Jon and a third lad who introduced himself as Pete, all wearing ‘bitch uniforms’.

“Get your clothes on and go and see Master Jeff, we’ll be room sitting while you are away, Pete told me with authority.

Several questions flew through my brain and I wanted to ask them all, I knew though if I paused too long then things would only get worse and there was zero chance of any of my questions getting answered.

I quickly stripped, putting on my ‘bitch uniform’ and grabbing my oversized butt plug in its white carrier bag that I now kept close at hand near the door. Giving the lads one final glance I shot out of the door just in time to hear Pete.

“Quickly then boys, we haven’t got long to get all this sorted.”

Clearly I was not meant to hear that, but I knew that I was in no position to question it, my session with Jeff went fairly smoothly, a good arse fucking on all fours, as soon as he finished I spun around and sucked him clean before he plugged me. After a short while he removed my cage, however any excitement at the prospect of shooting my load quickly diminished. Jeff simply wanted to shave me, first with the trimmers and then with the razor. Pubic area, cock, balls and even up the crack of my arse! I now had a smooth bum hole! I made Master Jeff a cup of tea, all that hard work had tired him out, bless him. Then switched on the telly so that he could watch the second half of the footy; using me as a footstool. I felt no humiliation at all, it was right and proper that Master Jeff should be able to put his feet up and rest occasionally and if he did not have a footstool; well, we had to improvise didn’t we.

Full time finally came and I was given the reward of being a very good footstool by being allowed to suck Jeff off. I stretched off for a few seconds before kneeling down between his legs and going to work. It was a long job but finally I managed to milk some semen out of him which I eagerly swallowed.

Handing me my cage and padlock I knew that the session had come to an end, I locked my bits up and asked my master if he wanted anything else or was I free to go, then asked if I could dress in his room and whether or not he wanted me to walk back with the butt plug inside me or in my carrier bag. Finally before I left Master Jeff informed me that I had to report to Room 265, Eagle Block, every Wednesday at 8PM.

“Yes Master, do I need to know why?”

“No but I will tell you anyway,” Jeff replied, smiling at my submissiveness. “Now you are shaved I want to keep you that way, so every Wednesday Pete will shave you completely bald downstairs, is that okay?”

“Yes Master that’s great,” I replied, trying to suppress a wave of thrill that shot through my body at the thought of what was in store for me every Wednesday.

Back at my room Jeff’s three other bitches were still there. Pete explained to me what changes had been made. I now had a pink Cinderella duvet cover and pillow case along with a pink bed sheet, a pink lampshade and pink Cinderella curtains. All my underwear had been removed along that which was in the laundry bin, I now possessed 5 pairs of red lace panties along with 2 pairs of matching bras. Also 6 cameras had been placed in my room, 4 in the room itself, one in the shower and 1 pointing down at the toilet. In the main room 2 pointed down at the bed from opposite sides, one pointed at the door and the last had a wide view of the entire room. It was explained that there was also a microphone fitted and that Master Jeff had full access to the cameras and microphone, as well as recording facilities. Basically I no longer had any privacy in my own room.

All three of them bid their farewells happy and in good humour, leaving me alone to contemplate my new environment.

Actually it was the loss of my underwear that pissed me off the most, a couple of pairs were leading brand names that had cost a lot of money, well a lot of money to an 18 year old student who had never worked.

Life after that followed a fairly predictable pattern, I got buggered at least 5 times a week and usually had to suck them clean after. Jeff would sometimes send one of his bitches around to my room to be serviced, sometimes it would be a complete stranger. It would not be unusual to receive a text from Jeff at 7pm saying ‘a guy is coming round in 10 minutes, suck him dry and swallow everything’. 10 minutes later some self-conscious bloke would be knocking on my door, stuttering that Jeff had said that if he came here then everything would be all right!

I learnt that Jeff just had 4 bitches, other than myself; Alfie, Jon, Harry and Pete. They were all part of a hierarchical pecking order and each had a certain amount of authority over those beneath. Top of the bitches came Pete, then came Harry, third place was Jon, then Alfie and finally at the bottom of the pile was me, the lowest of all the bitches.

Any thoughts that I had of remaining in the closet were long gone, pretty soon most of the University knew that I was one of Jeff Wakefield’s bitches and before too long it was known that I was the lowest of them all. The main thing was that my family did not know, what happened at university stayed at university.

During my second year at University Pete and John had by this time left but Jeff acquired another slave, a freshman called Paul. But any thoughts of me moving up the ‘slave pecking order’ were quickly dispelled. Paul joined our group as Jeff’s number 2, behind Harry, but ahead of Alfie and me. I got used to Jeff and his slaves fucking and abusing me, but I never got used to receiving messages from Jeff that someone was coming to visit and I was to accommodate them, particularly in the middle of the night and particularly if the person who was going to cum inside me turned out to be some dirty, smelly, overweight tosser who just wanted to hump and dump with no regard for my feelings whatsoever.

Jeff was in his last year at University and when he finally left I found myself in limbo to a certain extent. I no longer had a sex life and if the truth be known I was actually missing a dominant master figure.