What makes you say you can sympathize with him? ;)
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Next-Level Training: Part 2 of 5
Following closely behind Christie was another girl David recognized as Brittany from his introductory geology class. Like Christie, she had blue jeans on, but instead of a blouse she wore a significantly more revealing green tank top with spaghetti straps—a typical outfit for her. David had always thought Brittany very beautiful with her short, skinny frame, small breasts, brown eyes and long brown hair, and he talked to her frequently in class. He was careful not to be too flirty, however, for he did not want thoughts of any woman besides his mistress to fill his head after class.
Since David knew Brittany reasonably well, her seeing him in his current position was perhaps more embarrassing to him than Christie’s gaze had been. He was sure she stifled a laugh as she took the position next to Christie, and his embarrassment deepened when she leaned over and whispered something in Christie’s ear, causing both girls to snicker.
The next person to enter the classroom was, to David’s great surprise and deep chagrin, a brown-haired, lean yet muscular guy named Tom, dressed in simple cargo pants and a dark T-shirt. Like Christie, Tom was in David’s sociology class, but unlike both the girls in the room, David knew Tom rather well. He lived on the same floor of David’s dormitory, and the two frequently shared notes and had even hung out a few times in the cafeteria or the dorm common room.
But what surprised David most, however, was the fact that a male was in the room in the first place: David, while deeply committed to his BDSM lifestyle and mistress–slave relationship, considered himself strictly straight, and the idea of another man even seeing him naked, let alone in such a helpless state, pushed him beyond discomfort. David began to squirm in his bindings, but he knew it was useless: he had agreed to a no-limits relationship with his mistress, relinquishing all free will and decision-making to her.
Thus far, this trust in his mistress had paid off, shaping David into a tougher and more versatile slave. Therefore, though Tom’s steely gaze and large bulge in his pants made him extraordinarily uneasy, there was no reason for David to lose faith in his mistress now: clearly she believed he could handle these circumstances, so he would try his best.
After Tom came yet another girl. Her name was Valerie, and like Brittany she was from David’s geology class, but unlike Brittany she was somewhat overweight. Her height helped distribute her weight at least—David guessed she was around 5’10”, nearly as tall as he—and she had a pretty, though pudgy face. Since she typically sat near David in class, he had spoken to her some in and even copied her test answers a few times, but he had never really thought about her in a sexual manner before. Now, however, while large breasts were not typically not a turn-on for him, somehow Valerie’s were very appealing to David, filling out her low-cut blue V-neck sweater nicely.
Looking as shy as usual, Valerie took her place beside Tom. There wasn’t much space remaining to her left along the painted concrete wall, and indeed only one more previously unknown person entered the classroom, and suddenly everything began to make sense to David: this person was Marcus, who was the teaching assistant for David’s geology class. A short Latin American with dark hair and skin, Marcus wore a T-shirt and jeans and filed in next to Valerie. David hadn’t known that his mistress knew Marcus, but now he realized how silly that thought was: his mistress was a TA at the university herself, and many of the TAs hung out together since the university’s graduate program was rather small.
Furthermore, David’s mistress was the TA for his sociology class—that was how the two of them met—which explained why Christie and Tom were there: she and Marcus must have recruited students from both their respective classes. How exactly they did this was a mystery to David, however. He had no idea how a TA would go about inviting students they barely knew to take part in slave training, but David knew his mistress was very wily: when she wanted something, she got it.
And today she had gotten what she wanted indeed: standing before David were five people ranging from casual acquaintances to friends, all with eager looks on their faces. They said nothing but were clearly interested in what was about to happen. Though David’s darkened penis had begun to shrivel, shrinking toward its bindings, and his face burned bright red, he too was curious about what would happen next.
After a few moments, the silence was broken when the door clicked shut behind David’s mistress. She stepped into the room carrying a zipped black duffel bag and took a position in front of David but between Brittany and Tom so that David could see everyone in the room. She spoke with her back to David, clearly completely comfortable with the underclassmen seeing her in nothing but the tight corset and thong garter.
“Thank you all for coming here tonight. Marcus and I tried to assign a little less homework so it would be easier for you all.” She winked. “Now, while I believe you all know why you’re here and what you’ll be doing, there’s one person in this room who had no knowledge of tonight’s events until now.” She turned, gesturing toward her slave, and most of David’s classmates gasped softly. “That’s right, my little slave here didn’t know what we’d be doing with him tonight. In fact, you all are the only other people who even know about our relationship, and this is the first time I’ve ever invited invited others to come play with him.”
More murmurs swept through the line of students. David’s mistress approached, locked eyes with her slave, and grasped his cold blue scrotum, massaging his testes gently for a while before speaking again.
“So,” she said above David’s soft pained moans, turning to face the students again but keeping her grip on her slave’s balls, “while David is sure to be very uncomfortable tonight, I don’t want you all to worry about that. Please do what we discussed, as well as anything else you might want to try. As long as it’s within the limits I’ve defined, you may do what you’d like. But most of all, have a good time. You’re here for your own pleasure, so don’t go easy on him and certainly don’t listen to any of his complaints.” She turned to David and gave his scrotum a hard squeeze and twisted. ”Not that I expect complaints from you of course. Is that understood?”
David grimaced in pain but managed to squeak out, “Yes, Mistress.”
“Good.” She released her grip, then sat upon the student desk closest to David’s right, pulled out the chair, and placed the duffel bag on the seat. Spreading her legs wide, she bent down and unzipped the bag, then pulled out a long single tail whip.
“Tonight I’m simply going to watch, David. If I ever decide you’re not fulfilling your potential or pleasuring your fellow students to your utmost ability, you will receive punishment. I’ll start with this single tail, but I’ll warn you now: if you displease me enough, your punishments will get progressively worse.”
David nodded his head to show he understood—he knew the less he spoke the more pleased his mistress would be.
“Excellent. Now,” she turned to the students. “Let’s get started, shall we? Tom, I believe you drew the first straw.”
“That’s right.” Tom crossed the classroom without a hint of nervousness, his hands at his sides. “David, David, David,” he said, pacing in front of the bewildered slave. “Where to start with you? It seems like we’ve been friends awhile, but only now are we going to really get to know each other.” He stripped off his shirt, tossing it on a desk to David’s left.
David gulped. He’d seen Tom shirtless before, after all, they were both guys, but never in a position like this. David felt incredibly vulnerable at that moment, his naked body fully exposed. The thought that Tom was another man was bad enough, but for David it was perhaps worse that Tom was his
friend. He had always thought his mistress might eventually bring a stranger into their relationship, but this was beyond his wildest imagination—and not in a good way. It didn’t help that Tom was in even better shape than David, lean and muscular with fully-toned abs.
“You know, I always thought you were cute, David. I suppose you never knew it because I don’t like to talk about my sexuality, but now it’s pretty clear, isn’t it?” He stopped pacing and moved closer to David, now within arms’ reach. “When your mistress came to me last week, I was honestly shocked.” He shook his head repeatedly. “I never knew you were such a freak, David. But I’m so glad you are, because I like to think I’m quite kinky myself. But mostly I’m glad because you’re all mine, even if it’s just for a little while.”
Suddenly, Tom reached out and grasped David’s penis, stroking it quickly. David cried out in distress: this was the first time another man had touched his genitals, and it just felt wrong. Before he could react again, however, he winced in pain as his mistress brought down the single tail across his chest. David looked to her.
“No complaining, David. I thought I made that clear. I know this is hard for you, but I also know you’re ready. If you try your hardest, you might even learn to enjoy it.” She sat back with a gleam in her eye, and David nodded once, then looked back at Tom and gulped.
Tom tightened his grip on David’s penis, which had begun to harden instinctively. “There we go, I knew you had it in you, David.”
“I—I can’t help it,” David said.
“Mmmm, I’m sure you can’t.” Tom began to stroke faster, and David let out a soft moan. Though the thought of a man touching his penis still revolted him, a hand job was a hand job, and especially since his penis was particularly sensitive due to the extra blood flow from the rope, David couldn’t stop himself from getting physically excited.
“That’s right.” Tom opened his palm, spit into his hand, then continued stroking, slowly. “Now, tell me David: how many guys’ mouths have been around this cock?”
“None, of course. I’m straight.” David shivered reflexively as Tom ran his fingers down the slave’s bare chest.
“Mmm. We’ll see about that.”