Little Sister's Slave

Little Sister's Slave 8

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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: RE School

I guess you’re right uncle Jim. I hadn’t thought how lucky I am at school being the only one not in a uniform.

I would love to see Sue again when I’m a free boy, but I guess we have Tilly’s party soon so I suppose I will see them then.

The first day was relatively uneventful once the humiliation of that assembly had subsided. I was able to get to Carrie, Jenny or Doug at break times before any other student can accost me.

There was still the walk between classes which seemed so much longer than I ever remembered, maybe because I’m now so exposed, with just my little loincloth to cover me.

I try and look like I’m running an errand as much as possible just to ensure no one stops me. My bottom must have been slapped a zillion times between maths and Geography, why are the class rooms on my timetable so bloody far away from each other. If its not slapped then someone rubs my bum cheeks, and I’m gripping the bow like my life depends on it so no one undoes it.

It's really not going to take long before someone starts ordering me in the corridors and argues that they aren’t stopping me. Then what? I have a vice-like grip on my loincloth to try and prevent it getting lifted. It's not working brilliantly.

I keep wondering why I’m so worried about people seeing me considering what I had to do for the whole school in assembly this morning. You would have thought that would fix my shyness of exposure wouldn't you. It didn't that was then and this is now.
I was on the stage then and kind of detached from everyone, if I’m naked now then its up close and personal, I may as well give a lap dance.

So I made it to Geography OK, well relatively unscathed, someone managed to flap my loincloth and slap my peenie, but that was it, and the teacher was already in the classroom so we didn’t have to queue up outside and wait. I sat through the lesson in a bit of a daze though petrified of what would happen during break when I was cast into the lion’s den that is the school yard, or playground as some people annoyingly call it.

With any luck all the attention is going to be focussed on humiliating the freshers as its hell week, and people will leave me alone. I just hoped I could make it to my mistresses and master before anyone claimed proxy-ownership over me or whatever that rubbish was that the head was spouting in assembly. I remembered the whole speech word for word, but didn’t really understand it. I need to get a copy of ECSO rules from somewhere. No one has given me anything and if I ask I’ll be punished for speaking out of turn. Maybe I can do a request-pose of miss Carrie later and ask her for a copy.

The bell rang signalling the end of Geography and the start of stressville. Thinking about it Geography was pretty tame today, Mr. Granger, or 2-poles as he’s called can be really nice, or a complete psycho. Maybe he felt sorry for me and will be nice this year. He was certainly pretty tame today.

Mercifully, at first break Carrie and Jenny met me at the yard door, saving me from the hordes, and showed me off to some of their friends.

As we walked from the door to the centre of the school yard miss Carrie held out her hand. So I put mine in it. I thought this was pretty sweet and sisterly, maybe all the baths she’s given me has brought us closer together. A few weeks ago I would have balked at walking through the playground holding her hand, but right now I need the support, and she’s willing to give it. She shook my hand off “Your loincloth you moron” she snapped. I missed a step and had to skip to catch up. “Loincloth now or I’ll paddle you in the middle of the school yard infront of everyone!” I’ve been so carefully holding my loincloth against me in the halls and preserving my slave dignity and she wants to undo all that now in break. “When one of us holds your loincloth it shows we’re in command. So you can either give it to me, have me paddle you for it, or I can walk away and let one of these own you” she pointed to the sea of faces that were surrounding us at a ‘polite’ distance pretending not to look like some kind of acne-fuelled zombie movie.
I swallowed hard and handed it over, being sure to keep a hand on my peenie. This isn’t Clandu now, this is the real world full of people I need to impress or scare, if you can’t do that you’re nothing. This is school, it's a dog-eat-rabbit world, and no one wants to be the friggin’ rabbit.

We stopped right in the middle of the school yard and the pimpled zombies stopped too and slowly started surrounding us. Miss Carrie and Miss Jenny were like a couple of celebrities holding court with their friends and followers. I don’t remember seeing either of them with this many friends before. All eyes were on me though, their slave and Carrie was keen to show off her dominance.

She looked at me and simply said “Head!” It was a nice offer, but as my sister giving me head would be inappropriate I chuckled to myself. I knew exactly what she meant, and its meaning was much worse. But I chose not to understand or register. I allowed myself to glaze over and stared into space. If I can’t see her then she isn’t really there. THWACK! shit the bloody paddle was there though, straight across my arse. There was laughter from the inner circles, the outer circles and the various other zombie filled geometries in between. “Hands on your head or you’ll get another” she said, I snapped back to reality to see her friends regarding me with amused smugness. I was already naked with my arse on show, why make it worse and expose me fully?

Reluctantly I raised both my hands to my head collecting many many wolf-whistles and cheers. This was like a slap in the face, it told me that all these people have now got a full view of my privates. My very public privates. “Good boy” she said “quicker next time”. Jenny sidled over while talking shit about Clandu and reached across to do that absent-minded peenie-twiddling thing. I just stood there silently seething and took it. This little display of passive dominance from her seemed to surprise her friends. One of them asked her if I minded her twiddling my bits, like I wasn’t there, or a dog not capable of answering for myself. Jenny’s answer was succinct and matter of fact “I don’t know, does it matter?” and then offered them a go. Horrifically some took up the offer and twisted it about, and held the shaft, it wasn’t long before I was fully erect in the school yard with Jenny and her friends talking about my foreskin. I mean fully erect, it was like a bloody crowbar! I could break into a safe with that thing. And it was on full view!

The girls talked about the stripes left across me by Tilly’s caning on Sunday morning, they traced most of them with their fingers. Carrie told me to turn around so they could look at the stripes on my back. This was very exposing, I shuffled round facing out of the core circle and putting my boner on full view of the zombie horde. Oh they were noticing now, eyes were popping out straight at my hard-on.

Assembly was bad enough, but these people were feet from my boner, and I recognised most of them. A boy swooped in, slapped it and ran away laughing, this was not only humiliating but caused me to jump, Its a strange feeling having your boner slapped, it really exaggerates your exposure. Carrie didn’t say anything to him, just slapped my bottom with her paddle hard "don't flinch" she said. The girls seem to like running their hands through my short bristly hair though, which was a nice feeling but seems to keep my erection up.

There were loads of questions about what happens at home, the very repetitive question of “so you can do anything with him?” came up over and over again. As if me standing naked in front of them all was not perfect proof of that. “Wank” she instructed and held up the paddle as a warning. I immediately grabbed hold and started to shuffle, I paced it out because I didn’t really want to cum in front of everyone, I'll call it a show wank..

Carrie discussed giving me a bath every night which seemed to excite and amuse the group in equal measure, my friends were highly amused at this revelation. Molly chipped in to tell everyone she had bathed me, gaining extra kudos points, then telling all who’d listen exactly what happened, and how she made me cum. I was dying inside I wished I could just fall down an enormous hole. I was beyond embarrassed, you could power a small town from the heat off my face.

I have a feeling Carrie is going to be very popular on the sleep-over circuit if their excitement over my bath is anything to go by. Oh god, I hope I don’t have to go to the girly sleepovers with Carrie, hopefully their parents will all put a stop to that, no one wants a naked boy in with their darling girls on a sleepover. I could just imagine a dad saying ‘OK little lambs enjoy your slumber party, oh who brought the hungry lion?’.....

Some of my friends were shuffling into the periphery of the inner circle and could hear the whole conversation, my baby-play in the bath, the put put boat. As they were my friends they were pretty near to me, which wasn’t helpful as I really didn’t want them seeing me erect like that. No one wants their mates to witness them wanking either, unless it's a circle jerk but that's different, and we’ve never done that anyway. I was beginning to see the flaw in my show wank strategy, it meant I was animated in my wank for much longer. Maybe next time I just cum and get it over with.

Finally, and not soon enough, the bell rang for the end of break and I can honestly say I've never been happier to resume class.

I was forced to take up my request-position at Carrie's feet in order to get my loincloth back though. That's the first time I’ve ever had my forehead on the school yard floor, but this was a deeply humiliating part of the break, begging for a scrap of clothing in full view of all my friends, enemies, crushes and those who may once have respected me. I could imagine all my friendships, all based solely on bravado, crumbling to dust as I slip ever closer to becoming that rabbit.

Re-clothed once again, well hidden behind a tea towel I hit the throng of the halls walking as purposefully as I could. The prefects seem to have been instructed to look out for me and ensure I wasn’t stopped. This didn’t prevent people from releasing the bow on my loincloth string and letting it fall to the floor though, that was up to me to try and stop. In some cases I’d try and catch it and move at speed, naked to a chorus of laughter. Yes...SOME cases, it happened more than once in one traversal of the halls. I’m a laughing stock uncle Jim! If I wasn’t going to become a free boy soon I’d ask to just serve Carrie all day and be like E2. Dignified, dressed and mostly invisible. Though I doubt Carrie would allow me to dress.

Lunch time, I managed to swiftly meet Doug, who, like my sister, took my loincloth and put it in his pocket. He and his mates, with some of mine now tagging along, sat at a table and sent me to get their orders. I know its out of necessity, but its nice to see Doug getting on with my friends, it means I get to see them and its getting him into an older crowd too which increases his social scores.

Each boy charged my collar with the credits needed for their lunch and off I went. On my return I was allowed to eat my apple while standing behind Master Doug, naked and exposed in the canteen of course, he didn’t make me put my hands on my head, but he wouldn’t let me cover up either. Luckily my back was to most people, some could see my genitals when our group moved their heads, but I had some obscurity at least. I think it's the familiarity of the settings against my new predicament which is the most uncomfortable, I’ve eaten in that canteen for 4 years, but now, well, The thought of being exposed in there was always like a nightmare, but then to be forced to remain stationary for everyone to look was next level.

When I was with a main owner, a blue square badge holder; Carrie, Jennie or Doug, I was like E2. no one could approach me, but I could only talk if they allowed it. Doug regailed his group with stories of our holiday and the things they did to me, he left out all the parts about us sleeping together and me fucking the life out of him. But the stories made the group roar with laughter, all at my expense of course, I could feel my esteem diminishing with each story, although, on the other hand, he did have a glow of amazement of how I handled everything which i was greatful for. It could return me a little esteem, but I assume I was now seen as the kid’s bitch. I think he forgot where he was and grabbed my peenie telling me to clear up. This gained him some awkward looks from the other lads, but he shrugged it off very well just saying “its mine, and it shows him who’s boss” A very clever move which had the boys all nodding in agreement.

Out in the school yard Doug let me have free-talk time with my former friends. I say former, its not like we've fallen out, but while where in the Enclosed Comunity of the school they all have Shared Ownership of me now. So under ECSO they are my owners not friends. While I was with Doug, a kind of uber-owner only he could allow me free speech. It was still weird calling them all 'sir', weird for me and them, but I can't risk a fallout with Compliance Control, so protocol must be kept. With my free-speech I was able to laugh and put a bit of spin on running about Clandu naked, how it went from awkward to kind of cool. The reality was it stayed awkward, humiliating and troublesome, but I was never going to admit defeat to my friends. The worst part was when they asked me about the stripes, having already heard the story from Carrie about my little cousin causing them I had to be honest and explain my actual position in society. That my former family, now my owners, are always worried that Compliance Control will confiscate me if not treated like a real slave. I told them what home life is really like, and my worry that my dad hasn’t even filed the freedom papers. They all seemed a bit dumbstruck, but then just seemed to shrug it off as the way their mate now lives. My friends are cool, I hope I don’t lose them through all this.

Part way through lunch break Jenny came over and spoke to Doug, I was watching out of the corner of my eye. When I saw the loincloth change hands I knew I was going to be pulled away from my friends and taken to a girlie gathering where no doubt I was going to be prodded and poked and my peenie would be centre of attraction. She had arranged a game with her friends and she wanted me to play along. The fact is I was the only one who could, it was a kind of wank buckeroo.

Jenny and Carrie had devised this game where each gets to wank me off in turn, but the one holding my peenie when I cum is the winner. The first rounds were pretty lame, starting with Carrie each girl got 5 strokes of my shaft. When it got back to carrie she said “right, now we do 10 strokes each” and it went round the loop again. A number of envious looking boys gathered the crowd, as did Doug and my friends. It struck me that for the boys this was almost like a showcase to see which girls would be worth going out with, surely the winner would be the one holding the smoking gun, or dripping dick in this case. We got to about 20 strokes each and things were getting interesting. There were shady tactics too, like touching my chest flirtily before starting their turn on the pump. From the sound of it some boys would love to have traded places with me, and actually at this point I was all over this game, I’d ignored the utter humiliation of standing naked and erect in front of everyone and soaked up the action, but I wonder how many boys would have ripped their kit off and stood there like me.

We were upto 30 strokes each now, and I felt like I was getting close. Sophie had progressed to stroking my butt cheek as she jerked, her hold was gentle, and as she rubbed against Tilly’s scars she made them feel like a stimulation enhancement. Of course all the gains that Sophie made were lost as soon as they changed drivers. All the faffing about took me out of the cum zone, and some of the girls just felt like they were working a machine, there was no stimulation there. This meant between the 3 best girls I was being kept constantly on edge, I was stuck with a kind of semi-cum face. Shamefully, Carrie was one of the best girls, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. And it sounded like most of the boys had their money on Jenny, Lim or Sophie. Mine was definitely on Sofie.

Sophie came round again for 40 strokes, she ran her hands over my head, and I could feel my hair spring forward as her touch left it, then she ran her fingers down my back and onto my bottom before taking hold of the beast. She gently stroked up to 10, then quickened, I could feel the adrenaline pumping through me, at 30 my chest started the all telling rise, and the crowd quietened, her skillful action continued on and 35…..The bell went. She instantly let go to a round of tittering. Oh my god. I wanted to scream. My eyes pleaded with her. She just looked straight back into my face, held her hand against the bottom of my peenie and stroked the top with her thumb. “Ooh, you’ll have to wait till later to see where this ends” she said flirtily. I was tingling all over, I needed that release, I moved my hand down, I was going to get it, even if I have to give a one man show again. I grabbed my man and THWACK, THWACK, THWACK. Aaaargghhh.
“Leave it alone. That doesn’t belong to you!” Carrie insisted. Shocked, uncum and dejected I walked back inside with what was to now be a permanent erection until the last break. Carrie kept my loincloth until we reached my classroom for this period where she was to drop me off.
The teacher hadn’t arrived yet, so we had to queue outside in the corridor. To make space we have to queue with our backs to the wall. Carrie took me to the queue and pressed my back to the wall, holding my erection in one hand she held the loincloth with the other and said “here you are little boy, not don’t put it on before you get into the class, and this” wiggling my now very leaky member “Is not to be fired, or touched by you OK”
“Yes miss”
“Now, hands behind your back, see you at afternoon break” And there she left me, Naked and jutting into the hallway like I was riding a broomstick. The halls were still packed and as people filed past, Some of them slapped my boner, Many other innocently brushed against it as they walked. The brushing was torture for my denied orgasm.

I had an hour of English Literature before last break when hopefully they’d either finish the game or let me go somewhere and relieve myself.

English droned on. When I was a kid I used to love writing coded messages to my mates and we’d decipher them and play silly games. I can tell you now, this shakespeare stuff is totally indecipherable! How the hell did he sell any tickets to see this stuff. I guess its not helped by the fact that we were getting called to the front of the class to read out pages. The phrases and passages are so indecipherable that most people sound like they are reading shopping lists full of unrelated words. Against all hope it was eventually my turn to get called out. The teachers all insist that as soon as I enter a class my loincloth is swung to the back for hygiene, so I can’t forget to sit on it. As expected, as I tried to cover myself with it while walking to the front I’m barked at. I have to leave myself exposed. Teachers are allowed to paddle me too by the way. Corporal punishment is banned, but not for slaves. Yay! I only get special treatment when its a bad thing.

So I got to the front of the class and turned to look at the eager faces all staring at my crotch. Luckily for me I’m in a down period.

What I mean is that due to my abandoned ejeculation my peenie is currently like the breathing of some mythical beast it will stay nearly down, then slowly rise and then after its inflicted maximum humiliation it slowly deflates only to repeat the cycle.

So I get the text and start trying to read, I’m fully aware that I’m semi erect at this point, its the best I’m going to get, but as predicted, part the way through the many ‘thous’ and ‘fors’ and ‘arts’ that shakespeare is famous for I present my own form of spear pointing straight to the ceiling. The teacher stops me, and asks me to start explaining this unearthly language and what I think he means. To my utter disappointment, the act of thinking isn’t changing the state of my erection, in fact now I feel even more in the spotlight and start dripping at the end. “I have no idea miss” I said innocently, Thwack. I was expected to guess. So she went through a bit of the code and explained that these two were in love and she was a man, or a donkey or oh I don’t know. But the whole time I stood there at the front of the class while she explained this stuff, and in that time I fell and rose again. The girls at the front were fascinated. All it really needed was a little white flag on the end slowly waving my surrender.

“Well they’re obviously engrossed by your reading Casper, why don’t you do another page” the teacher said, staring directly at my now regenerated erection. No, they don't give a stuff about my reading, they're interested in my cock!

I’ve often thought I am lucky being a boy, especially at night when little casper is firmly in my grip, but in cases like this I wish I was a girl. Girls bodies don't really look that much different when naked, I mean everything it on the inside its all hidden. Us boys are displaying everything when naked, and more to the point a girl could have dirty thoughts and I guess apart from a hard nipple theres no real tell tale. When us boys are naked its like we’re our own lie detectors, or perv-o-meters, one false thought and I turn into a coat hook.

The last page I read was like pulling teeth, I dragged every word off that page kicking and screaming into audio, blood pouring off every punctuation until Shakespear was done. If he wasn’t dead before I started he definitely was now, and thank bloody riddance. As I neared the end of the page with my flagless pole rising slowly once more the bell rang releasing me from my torment.

I headed like lightning to the yard for the final round of Wankeroo, oh yes, they’ve named it! The same contestants lined up, same rules, mostly same audience and the bets were on. "Winner bathes him" Carrie said as they started. We quickly reached 20 strokes and I was already nearing popping point. Sophie flirted me up before taking hold and gently, seductively pumped my pecker, We got to 20 with much precum, but no firework, and back round the loop again, Jenny put up a good display at the 30 mark and I was so close, thankfully Sophie being observant took over with no delay and went straight in for speed over grace, at 25 Yess!!!! I fired a spectacular 8 shot display a good 5 feet into the crowd hitting at least 2 legs in the process. Oh my god, it was amazing, I was desperate for that, afterall, I hadn’t cum since assembly that morning.

Money actually changed hands in the audience too, I couldn’t believe it. I’m waiting now for some of my friends to ask me if I can rig a game, it will only be a matter of time.

The bell rang and it was down to the last lesson of the day which was so boring I couldn’t remember what it was and so bad I can’t be bothered to find my timetable to tell you. And then we were free… well, they were. I saw Sophie getting on her coach home so I suspected she wouldn't be claiming me in the bathroom tonight.

I walked home within a gaggle of Carrie's friends, all their bags piled onto me, strategically placed to ensure I had nothing covering my peenie. Although It was on full view still I was pretty well shielded by the group around me. They seemed to take turns holding my lead or my peenie or my bottom, and as they’d all been wanking me off today I saw no issue with any of it. Some peeled off in different directions, untangling their bags as they retrieved them from my body and finishing with the usual protracted good byes. By the time we arrived home there was a core group of about 6 girls, all eager for an invitation in.

Carrie unlocked the house and went straight into the garden followed by her friends, while I took drink orders. After a short time I'd served them all and they settled down with their homework and I, on the ground with mine, always mindful of requests and to serve. It was early in the school term so homework was pretty scarce and mine was completed in no time leaving me time to serve the girls fully.

Jenny requested more drink which I served leaving me next to her meaning she could twiddle my peenie while talking. This caught on, and soon I was visiting each girl to order, each wanting a play, this seemed to mirror Clandu completely and I wondered if peenie twiddling was going to be a thing that just spread around school. Under normal circumstances I think I would have wanked myself blind thinking of every girl in school twiddling it, but now I have no choice and its a sign of superiority I think I’ll feel differently in a few weeks. It can’t hurt to think about it tonight while I’m in bed though, just for research purposes.

I’d say most of these girls used to display some form of Molly-style big brother crush on me in the past, but now their confidence seems to have grown and together they just displayed a united humiliation front which terrifies me if I’m going to be honest about it.

One girl instructed me to lay my peenie on the table next to her and she stroked it like a mouse. They all found this highly amusing with one even drawing eyes and ears on it which caused me to have to repress a smile. Eventually my peenie was laid in a saucer of milk so it could “have a drink” and I was forced to go “eee- eee-eee” and wiggle it around the table.

Soon all their homework was completed, and with dinner still a few hours off Carrie declared it was little Caspy’s bath time. I dreaded this. 6 eagerly excited girls baby talking me through a coating of soap suds. My toys were deposited into the bath an I was made to quack the duck, and put-put the boat while they took it in turns to soap me while talking endless girlie shit and dishing out humiliating remarks in equal measures. I was stood up and my foreskin was explored and soaped and rubbed and I got hard, my hole was probed and cleaned and probed again.

I used to be Carrie’s revered big brother. Some of these girls have big brothers of their own that they wouldn’t dare touch, I was now just a girly plaything, Caspy the doll, all my once private parts were now simply toys. When they’d had their fun and I’d finally cum and was rinsed off I was dried. It was clear how excited the girls were who were drying my legs, their proximity to my peenie, inches from their faces made them very quiet and breath weirdly. There was definitely a noticeable altitude change above and below my waist.

Obediently
casper
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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject: RE School

Hi Boy

Wow, that does sound like a full day. I’m sure you’ll look back at all this attention fondley when you’re older.

Think of this as character building, I’m sure you’re developing and growing nicely in their hands.

J

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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: RE School -day 2

Sir

Yes sir, it grows very nicely in their hands thank you.

So I walked to school naked today with mistress Carrie, it's not a long walk, well 30 minutes, I used to meet up with my mates and we’d walk along the river. But Carrie won’t let me meet them now. I have to walk with her and carry her bag, it's pretty much her PE kit and practical stuff, then all her girly things. There's no need for books as everything else is electronic, I only put my tablet in her bag for the homework club as I have no need for a PE kit now, apparently.

Carrie doesn’t like walking along the river anymore, I used to see her walking along the river all the time. But now she has a naked boy slave walking with her, she insists on walking on the road to school all the time. I’m pretty sure that’s because it's busier and she can inflict maximum humiliation on me. I have to stuff my loincloth in her bag before we leave the house, and as soon as we’re out of the front door and on the street she gives me an inspection before we head off. I mean, why inspect me in the privacy of our home when she can do it on the roadside in front of all our neighbours houses. I swear, the speed some of these curtains twitch first thing in the morning now, someone is going to get electrocuted off the static! I wonder if you can buy Faraday slippers for nosey neighbours? Maybe a business opportunity there when I'm free.

Carrie has dispensed with her rucksack now too and has a cloth bag with a handle which I must carry in one hand to the side, again, exposing as much flesh as possible. If I use it for cover she swats me. Her paddle is on her person all the time, as is Doug’s and Jenny’s. I still can’t get over being in the street naked, just stepping over the threshold of the front door takes a major internal pep talk. People just can’t help staring at my peenie, and the more I notice people staring the harder it seems to get. People bib their horns as they drive past, it's massively embarrassing, because their bibbing attracts more looks, and more bibs, its like a vicious cycle of interest and exhibition. I so want to cover it up especially when someone is really staring, I do sometimes but then a sharp slap to my bottom makes me uncover it again, exposing it to the world, often with a boing.

We called into the Larson’s to collect Jenny and Doug on the way. Mrs. Larson was home and on some kind of video conference call with work when we got there. She has an office upstairs, but for some reason she was holding this conference from the lounge. As we walked past the door she called me in. Carrie was focussed on talking to Jenny. Initially she beckoned me, but I wasn’t sure what to do, eventually she just said “Slave Get here now!”

I gingerly entered the lounge and the voices stopped. There were a number of images of her colleagues on their enormous screen at the end of the room and she had me stand in front of the camera with my hands on my head, I could see my image, it was full length, super definition, every blemish was on show. They all seemed to study me as Mrs. Larson turned me around. She talked about some case and blurbed out a case number. It was quite disconcerting standing there in front of them all exposing myself while they talked business. She instructed me to get hard while they continued their discussion, it's like I was part of their meeting but not part of it, if you know what I mean. They all watched me but talked about other things as I gradually engorged my penis for them. Once full and standing completely erect she told me to put my hands back on my head, and turned me round, she even got the camera and moved it slowly all over my genitals so they got a perfect view while she pulled my foreskin back. What the hell was that about uncle Jim, would you do that in a meeting? Before I could bend and spread my bum cheeks I was rescued by Carrie who put her head round the door and said we were late and dragged me away, smacking me three times for holding them up. “So how shall we move on case bla bla” I heard as we walked out of the room.
“Escalate to confiscation asap” came another voice.
We exited the house and Doug and Jenny piled their bags onto me “As you’ve made us late showing that off you can keep it hard all the way to school. HAOS,” Carrie insisted. I looked at her puzzled. “HAOS - Hands away on sight. It means you can touch it but only to keep it hard, if anyone looks at it or approaches then you must take your hands away immediately so they can see it, in whatever state it's in. If I find you’re staying covered or you're not trying to keep it up then all 3 of us will swat you. Bum and balls!” I knew what bum and balls meant, that meant pain! 1 swat on my bottom followed by 1 straight up between the legs. “Dog might help you if you’re lucky” Carrie said
“He’s on his own there, I’m not doing that in public” was Doug’s response, leaving me to it.
HAOS was a particularly unpleasant punishment. Those people who catch a glimpse of me think I’ve got a masterbation problem. But for anyone who I notice looking, they get the full benefit of my boner. If you think walking about naked in public might be embarrassing, then try it with a boner. People not only look at you, well stare, they laugh too. They come closer. One woman veered right over to me and as I stepped aside she brushed her hand along it. There are plenty of people who look but I don’t notice, and if miss Carrie or one of the others spots them I get 3 thwacks on my bottom and up between the legs. The first ones to my balls are killers. I had to stop when master Doug administered a set when a road worker was watching. I was preoccupied by a young mother. I soon stopped trying to work out who they were swatting me for and just put my hands on my head after the first swat. This turned out to be a good strategy as they’d often just leave it at the first swat if I reacted fast enough.

It turns out that ball pain is something you can get used to. I only collapsed on the floor for the first couple of ball paddled, trying to quieten the fireworks in my stomach. The more I got hit on my balls the less it seemed to hurt. I'm sure that's temporal though and in a few hours they'll hurt like hell again when hit.

We actually arrived just in time for registration, so I didn’t hold anyone up after all, and it would have been Jenny's mum's fault anyway, but I guess whats the point in having your big brother as a slave if you can’t administer unnecessary and unfair punishments while inflicting the most humiliation possible?

Registration is normally a pretty free chatting session while we wait for assembly. I like registration, apart from sitting on a cloth with my cock exposed I’m just like everyone else, oh and waiting naked at the door until everyone has arrived. I’m sure it will change over time and I’ll be made to kneel on a desk with a satellite dish up my arse or something, but right now its just a relaxing time before assembly.

Assembly was about as interesting as usual today, sitting there watching the Head droning on. I keep zoning out and thinking of that first assembly yesterday where I was stripped naked in front of everyone. It makes me shiver, that the view I have now of the Head was the same view someone else had of me naked and jacking off only 24 hours ago. I imagine what they would have seen, how much detail they got, then wish I hadn’t, the shame was like a bullet to the head. I still remember every word that she said as my clothes were cut away. In today's assembly she basically said “boring, boring, snoring, snoring, boring, snoring” for twenty minutes then we all got up and left, leaving us free to head for first lesson, and me to run the gauntlet of the halls.

Sure enough my loincloth was undone on my way to an hour of History. I was just able catch it before it hit the floor, but as soon as I was exposed about 2 people slapped my peenie. One got my balls. Someone shouted 10 points and they laughed. The worst thing about the History classroom is its upstairs. I feel more exposed than ever going up the stairs. Its on the stairs that the loincloth was finally removed. Someone managed to get it from the side as I was 4 steps up. It fluttered down to the floor next to the stairs, so I had to turn and try to walk naked against the flow back down the stairs to collect it. My crotch was at face level for some people. I covered myself and someone shouted “Proxy ownership hands on head!” to a round of sniggering. I immediately complied, I could never tell if I was going to be reported to CC. I was now one the stairs with my hands on my head, not only was my peenie on full view 4 steps up byt the sides of my body were now exposed. If you don’t think that's an issue, then try it. Its massively vulnerable, peenie and armpits exposed for the taking.

By the time I’d fought to the bottom step I’d been slapped and molested about 10 times, I got to the loincloth just in time for it to be kicked a few paces away. I played ‘chase the loincloth’ for about 20 feet as the corridors slowly cleared. By the time I got to it I was able to pick it up without too much jostling. I grabbed it and quickly ran up the stairs peenie swinging wildly. I dread to think what would happen if I was late to a class, considering teachers can punish me under ECSO.

The boredom of History was rescued by a couple of pigeons screwing on the window sill. I thought how nice it would be if you were an animal and didn’t have this concept of shame or embarrassment when naked. It seemed a blur as we drifted out and into mixed Sciences, I didn’t have such a walk for this and remained on the upper floor. The science labs were much bigger than normal classes so there were far less people in the halls in that area. We did some practicals and for safety I was given a white coat to wear. It was awesome, it was clothing, OK the bottom 2 buttons were missing which meant I was exposed when my loincloth swung round, but it was clothing. But you know what they say, every silver lining has a bloody great big black cloud stapled to it! Yes, taking the jacket off at the end of the lesson let the air swirl around my body making me feel even more naked than when I arrived at the lab. I hovered around at the end of class and listened to the creeps and nerds asking their super intelligent questions, I actually learned more than during the class, but my plan was to let the halls quieten then make a dash for the yard and straight to the safety of master Doug. The girls just want me to wank for their mates and it's just too embarrassing.

I left the class to an empty hall, I was desperate for a pee so popped in the toilet before going out to the yard. I thought I’d be safe, the toilets smell so bad no one ever goes in. When I got there I found a fresher hanging from a hook by a pretty brutal looking wedgy. His tiny magot of a peenie was poking out of his strained briefs. I asked if he wanted me to help him down. The first thing he said was “You mustn’t talk to me unless I tell you to, and call me sir!”
Great!!! Just to show how far I’ve fallen I’m being chastised by a fresher boy hanging by his underpants from a toilet coat hook, fantastic!!.
I had no choice but to say “sorry sir”. I was exploding inside and wanted to rip him to shreds there and then, but I’m learning control. Seeing as according to you and dad my lack of it is why I deserve this horrific humiliation.

He made me give him my loincloth before I lifted him down. Once down he put my loincloth in the urinal trough and ordered me to crawl into a cubicle and swirly myself. He had wet hair so I assume they’d done that to him and he wanted revenge. He told me I wasn’t wet enough so pushed my head in further and did it again. I had to wait there while the cistern refilled and just keep doing it to myself. All the while he took off my shoes and fiddled with my balls. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, but I didn’t want it, and I certainly didn’t want the perpetual self-bog-wash.

He left me and after a couple more flushes called me over to him at the sinks. As I moved off I realised he’d tied my shoes to my balls by their laces. He made me stand and do some squats, and he hit the shoes as I went up and down, giggling to himself. He then made me kneel in front of him. As I went down I could hear him banging the soap dispenser. He must have bashed it about 20 times. Anyway, the soap collection he’d made went onto my head. I mean who uses soap in a swirly??...freak! Good idea though! Not only on my head though, in my eyes, he lathered my head up just enough to ensure there were constant soap dribbles into my eyes. I wasn’t allowed to rub my eyes either. I had to hold my arms out. He put my now piss-soaked loincloth into my mouth and led me out by my lead. I couldn’t see a thing, its like he’d read a book by Carrie on unpleasant shampooing.

Part way down the corridor he realised my legs were open as I had to accommodate the shoes hanging off my balls. He liked this and made me point my toes out and spread my knees even further. I must have looked like a blind baboon going down the hall. At the door to the yard he reached down and hardened me up. I’d never have touched someone else’s junk! Who was this kid?? When sufficiently hard he dragged me out into the yard dragging me along by my leas. He was the organ grinder and I was the manic monkey following him, legs apiary, arms out, following where the lead was rugged. We did a couple of laps with my arms flailing, eyes streaming, hard cock bouncing and balls now aching. I could hear the screams of laughter at my expense, people were kicking my shoes and slapping my arse. Worse still, my own peenie was betraying me, the feel of its own weight at the base as is bobbed up and down screamed out to me that I was now again naked and hard in front of everyone that mattered in school, forget the ridiculous walk and the shoes on my balls. He went from wedgie-boy-zero to hero in 2 laps of the yard, while my status dropped to sub-zero. I have never been so humiliated, and worse it was at the hands of a fresher. Year 7, 4 years younger, he’s not even been in the school two whole days and he’s done this to me! He’ll go far in this school if I don’t find a way to kill him first.

Doug met us on the third lap and told the boy he had something that belonged to him, and to hand me over. The wedgie-boy passed him my lead and Doug removed the loincloth from my mouth and rolled it up. He asked Wedgie-boy some questions, introducing the boy to his friends, all the time I stood there dripping, stinging, aching and enduring more swings of my shoes. Eventually Doug returned with an arm around wedgie-boy and told him he’s been noticed today. Wedgie-boy sounded excited as he thanked Doug. Master Doug then said, he was surprised a fresher would want to be noticed in hell week, very cleverly leaving wedgie-boy obviously scared. Wedgie-boy was forced to sit on the floor and undo the laces that were round my balls, it took ages as the knots had become so tight and small. All the time I was stood there in front of an audience with my eyes streaming from the soap, semi squatting and a permanent boner from all the attention on my balls, it was a desperately crushing feeling just standing there having him fiddle with the knots. One of Carrie's friends squatted to try and help, my now flaccid peenie draped over her knuckles as she attempted one of the knots. Wedgie-boy still working at the other. Finally after forever of embarrassment my shoes were off and Doug took me inside, rinsed my loincloth, mouth and hair then redressed me. He asked if I was OK. I just nodded slowly, feeling a little vacant, my ego was in tatters, and we had 6 more hall times and 2 more breaks to endure. This is going to be the longest 8 weeks ever before I get free!

I felt pretty phased out throughout the rest of the morning, On losing my loincloth in the halls I just put my hands up as a gesture of ‘get on with it’ Which didn’t help at all and rather than make people check their morals just made people slap and tickle me more. Its the last time I do that. The cock and ball slaps are getting more frequent too, like theres a challenge on or something. I was glad to meet Doug again for lunch, he waited for me just inside the dinner hall and escorted me over to where our friends were, quickly removing and pocketing my loincloth as his sign of ownership. He hadn’t given me free speech rights so I just nodded to our group as I stood there on display.

I like the way our mates are really getting on with each other too, its unusual to have 2 groups from different year groups hit it off like this, but then were not in a normal situation now I guess. They all charged my collar up with the values of their orders and I queued naked to get all their food again. I delivered their food to them and Doug reached round, grabbing my peenie and handed me an apple to eat. “Thank you Sir” I said and took a bite. This is utterly humiliating, but actually I was happy. I was being looked after, part of a big group and eating. Whats not to like. Oh, my privates on display to the whole canteen, but lets try and ignore that, maybe it will make others do the same.
I’d just finished eating my apple when he ordered me to get a drink for him, I obeyed and requeued, as I left another one of his friends arrived and leant in whispering something to him which he looked overjoyed about.

When I returned I placed his drink on the table in front of him and he held my peenie. “We’ve got a present for you. We felt bad for enjoying your torment in this morning’s break so we got you a present. Only we should do things like that to you. So to put it right, we made a special collection for you”. He said, quite sincerely I thought.
Well this was nice “Thank you sir” I said, but then my heart sank when he pushed a tray towards me with 4 bowls of slop; Mixtures of gravy, custard and other sloppy pudding stuffs. I thought, based on past obsessions, he might do this kind of thing to me, but not on the second day back. Anyway I looked at it feeling totally demoralised and simply said “thank you sir, where would you like me to stand to pour it over myself?”

This is when I discovered my mistake. His friends were all excitedly saying for him to make me do it, and it would be awesome. Yea for them maybe, but I’d stink for the rest of the day. Hadn’t I endured enough humiliation today, this week even? My friends looked on with amusement wondering where this was headed and I suspect they’ll do this to me in the future at some point judging by their interest. But to my relief Doug told me that the tray wasn’t my gift, but I should take it to the slopps area immediately where I will find my gift. Before I went he stopped me and redressed me in my loincloth, centering it and smoothing it so it looked as neat as he could get it. “Yea you look great. Enjoy your pressie” he said and slapped my bottom.

I thanked him again and apprehensively made my way round to the slopps area where I found my gift.

It was beautiful, it was fantastic, it was Wedgie-boy! He was tied to a pillar and standing in a slopps tray. He saw me approach with my trays of slop and started yelling abuse, ordering me not to pour it on him. “I’m very sorry sir, but my real owner has tasked me with this, and your proxy ownership can’t override him” I gushed.
He started begging. It was pitiful, I hope I never get like that. I poured the first 2 bowls over his head, his spiky hair flattened immediately under the weight and I mashed the goo slowly in. It was very satisfying watching it drip off his newly created fringe and onto his nose. I pulled his trousers down, pulled the waistband of his briefs out and poured the third straight in. I massaged the front a little then wiped my hands on his shirt. I surveyed my work holding the fourth bowl. I totally get why master Doug kept doing this to me now, its extremely satisfying. It will be such a faff for this boy to wash it out of his hair, and he’ll stink for the rest of the day. I have ho idea how he’ll wash his clothed too. They’ll be wet and clingy all day. But what to do with the 4th bowl, I massaged his hair a little and then wiped my hand down his face. Looking into his pitiful eyes I poured the 4th over his head to mix with the other 2 bowls. I realised I was sporting a semi erection behind my loincloth, I enjoyed this more than I expected. Just as I was about to move off I thought about how awful its been to be naked and how he capitalised on it and made it 100 times worse, so I pulled his briefs down and smeared the slop into his teeny weenie peenie leaving him exposed.
I was so happy I returned to Doug with a huge smile on my face. I got a big hug from the group and we headed for the yard. I hope those that saw him humiliating me in the yard this morning see him now and learn a lesson.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, well in the last break Jenny organised another game of Wankeroo! But you know, being wanked off by about 10 girls isn’t really the worst thing thats happened in my life. Well, strictly speaking it's just part of the worst thing that's happened in my life, but I can think of worse things that could happen, and given time I’m sure they will.

I still need to get to the bottom of all this slapping though, it's almost like it's organised.

I lugged the bags home for about 10 girls for Carrie’s homework group which there were a couple of replacement faces bringing renewed excitement to the degradation that is likely to be my regular group inflicted bath.

Cas

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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject: RE School

Casper

It sounds like you are now settling in which is good. A routine will start soon and people will move onto the next exciting thing leaving you alone.

I find it interesting that a boy as vulnerable as you now are should choose to humiliate someone else. Be careful that wedgie-boy doesn’t have retribution of his own, creating an enemy in your vulnerable position is a dangerous thing, but I’m glad you got some balance, and maybe it can serve as a warning that you are a slave with support.

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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: RE School

Sir

Sorry I didn’t write yesterday, things are settling, kind of. Well, Wednesday, yesterday, was punishment day. I stood in the Juniors assembly, held in the gym as usual, and received 12 public paddlings due to complaints against me. One of them was from Tim Storring….yep, wedgie-boy!!! I have never met the other complainant, but they clearly thought I’d done something wrong. Carrie oversaw those, then when they were finished I was whisked to the seniors assembly in the main hall.

Doug supervised my 6 Paddlings in the senior assembly due to a complaint from Greg Bamber. He’s the lad I fought with over Kelly Green last year, and I think is the example of me becoming wayward that dad used. So really my slavery is Bambers fault now I think of it! In that fight last year he definitely started it but I pasted the floor with him! Anyway, he’s put in a complaint of ‘speaking out of turn’. I haven’t said one word to him yet this term, so I can’t see how anything was out of turn. It just goes to show no one has to prove anything to get me punished. So I guess as a slave I’ll just have to put up with an unjustified sore arse every Wednesday.

The punishment set-up in both assemblies is the same and seems to be designed to be as humiliating as possible. I have to stand on the stage facing the assembly with my hands on my head, the accusers are lined up at the side of the stage, and visible. The headmistress removes my loincloth rendering me now naked and exposed to everyone, this in itself is bad enough, it causes a kind of little shock up my back the second I’m exposed. The charges are read out, then I must collect the paddle from the chair in the middle of the stage and deliver it to each punisher in my request-position.

So for the first one of the day I collected the paddle from the chair and walked over to the first accuser, Wedgie-boy, I dropped to my knees with my forehead on the floor and arms outstretched with the paddle between them at his feet. After a couple of seconds I rose up holding the paddle out in both hands and said loudly enough for the whole assembly to hear “I’m sorry I was disobedient, please will you correct me with 6 strikes”. I think the cornyness of it is the most humiliating thing, well after the grovelling, oh and the fact I’m naked asking for punishment in front of half the school.

The punisher then takes me to the chair, I bend over with my palms on the seat, side on to the audience of course, and he hits me 6 times, no girls have done it yet. Each strike causes my dick to bob and swing back and forth which is totally evident to all watching, this garners giggling and sniggers. When he’s finished he puts the paddle back on the chair, I kneel and have to loudly thank him and promise I won’t do it again. Of course Wedgie-boy, the little bastard, patted my head just to maximise the humiliation. After that demeaning display I stand, put my hands behind my head and move back to the centre of the stage to listen to the next set of charges and it repeats all over again until all the claimants have all paddled me. The Headmistress hands the assembly over to the presenting year head and like a travelling circus we go on to the main hall for the senior’s assembly. Her out in front and me being dragged by the secretary rubbing my bottom.

Bamber in the Senior assembly was beside himself with glee, He just loved the whole ceremony of me prostrating in front of him begging for forgiveness. Wednesdays are going to be my most hated day. Being paddled isn’t the issue, it's the humiliation of my enemies getting to do it to me and have me grovel at their feet in front of a whole room of people simply by dropping a card in a box at the office. There appears to be no scrutiny of their claims, so it's like they are filling in a guaranteed application to punish me with a prize every time.

Its a horrendous part of Wednesday, I just wished I hadn’t built up so many enemies last year uncle Jim. Last year was just about having as much fun as possible, and sometimes it was at someone else’s expense. Bamber was different, he was jealous and picked a fight and basically lost.

Apart from the paddling and the endless slapping the day was pretty much normal, well as normal as being the only one naked in a school of 700 can be.
Actually, Doug has a new game, I’m sure they’ll shut it down as its clearly set up for gambling. So I met up with him in first break, I managed to avoid any freshers hanging in the toilets. He had already chalked a number of semi-circles on the ground, there were also straight lines intersecting them. So basiclly a grid, but one set of lines is curved. He made me stand at the concave of the first semi-circle with the straight lines running out from my feet. He then told me to wank. That's the crap part of this game. I didn’t really believe he was asking me to do that considering it was a boy break and both our mate groups were there. I kind of looked at him as if to say ‘are you serious?’ As did my mates, but he just said “Wank now or get 5 paddle strikes” He is boss. He told the others to stump up 10 credits and chalk their initials into the grid boxes. The initials with the furthest cum splot in it wins the pot of credits. Oh they were interested now, They all wanted me to wank and cum for them. Doug tied my loincloth over my eyes as a blindfold, that loincloth is an amazingly versatile bit of clothing, crap at every job it does, but amazingly versatile. I took a firm grip of mini casper and wanked for a group of boys surrounded by an audience. I shuffled away like my life depended on it, acutely aware that I was naked in front of everyone, wanking myself off again. The odd part is being so aware of my exposed bottom throughout this. Funny what you think of. So it was obvious I was getting near, every single one of those boys has intimate experience of nearing an orgasm, they practice every night. As I was getting close they kept twisting my shoulders a bit to pont me more at their initials, I got very close, I breathed in deeply, I bit my lip and boom! The winner was JH. Jake Harding removed his credit winnings from my collar escrow and left breaktime a happy, richer boy! More proof that my crotch is the gift that keeps on giving as far as their entertainment goes.

I walked home with Carrie, at the end of the day, just the 2 of us this time, and one of us received a load of wolf whistles on the way. I wonder who they were whistling! It was nice to be alone with her for a change. She has put me through a lot and is the architect of all my most painfully humiliating experiences, especially this constant naked exposure, but I love her dearly. And bathtimes with just the two of us is my favorite thing ever.

Thursday:
Today, Thursday, at first break, Carrie was my loincloth holder when Lucy Dorridge came over. Lucy is normally very aloof. She’s the one who owns E2. The head calls him E.2. like a catalogue number, which is how we all copy, but Lucy pronounces it Eetu. It sounds much nicer like that, much more friendly.
Lucy came to Carrie to talk about the one thing they have in common...slaves. Lucy is acting like she’s never seen me before and asks Carrie “do you mind?” gesturing to check me over. Lucy is in the year above, so in the 5 years I’ve been here she must have seen me. Carrie agrees and Lucy starts rummaging through my hair, like the nit nurse in kindergarten. Carrie told her I’d been deloused only a couple of weeks ago at the airport when Lucy said that Eetu hates the delouser. I wasn’t surprised. Eetu is possibly my age, maybe a little older, but always so immaculately turned out in his tweed suits. He’s pretty good looking too. I just couldn’t imagine seeing him trudging round the airport naked covered in white goo like I did. I would love to have seen it though, I bet his body is tight under that suit.
Carrie agreed that I hated it too and they giggled a bit.
Lucy expanded a bit and said “Oh Eetu hates that misting spray, he doesn’t like the way it makes his clothes smell”
Clothes??!! Am I missing something. I wanted to shake her and ask why he was clothed and only got a light misting.

Thankfully Carrie was on it, asking where in the airport Eetu got misted. Lucy explained that the delousing is done in the pods, what we thought were rinsing pods. If a slave is wearing clothes it makes them smell flowery so the airplane staff know the slave has been treated and can let him board the plane. It also electronically flags their collar for the same purpose. Carrie then asked what the white gloop was.

This was when Lucy stopped, her expression changed and Eetu sort of gave an amused grin. All the years I’ve sort of known these two this is the first time I’ve ever seen an emotion from Eetu. “Who did you see get glooped?” Lucy asked, knowing full well the answer and trying to hold a straight face, while looking at me. Carrie told her that I had been glooped and I hated it, especially when they stuck peanuts on it.

This was when Lucy rubbed my back and almost laughing said, “Oh poor Casper, so you took him through the airport naked?”
“Both ways” Carrie tried saying through strained laughter.
“Oh no, you only really do that with really dirty slaves, and the white gloop is a warning that they are unclean.”
Unclean!!!?? Doug, Carrie and Jenny nearly choke on laughs as they look at me. I’m trying to give my annoyed face, but all the while my embarrassed-amused face keeps giving me away making them laugh all the more. E2’s emotions are really getting stretched by this too. “So you see, as your slave had no clothes, you have basically deemed him to be festering and grubby wretch. And as there aren’t any clothes to hold the smell they give him the Binary marking; gloop-on=dirty, gloop-off=clean. So they only let a naked slave on a plane if theres no white goop” lucy continued.
Doug is in fits of laughter then blurted out, and we had him wearing the goop for the full 2 hours before boarding, to a chorus of laughter. I couldn’t help it, I was smiling at this point, but massively embarrassed.
“Oh poor Caspy” Lucy added. Then continued her inspection. She worked her hands down me, felt my balls, then lifted my penis, rolling it over a bit, and then pulled back the foreskin checking what was under. All the while we’re standing out in the open in the school yard with an audience. “This is nice and clean” Lucy added “not a bad size too, maybe he could help out on the farm with Eetu one day” Carrie thanked her and said she likes to give it a good wash at bathtime, which garnered more smirks and grins from those around us, especially my friends.

When Carrie said she didn’t have Lucy down as a farmer’s girl Lucy laughed and said “No Horses and slave studs. Eetu’s one of our studs, thats one of his jobs. The bitch owners pay us for each of their female slaves that Eetu successfully impregnates.” I couldn’t believe it, the sly old dog, Eetu had a little smirk on his face as he looked at me. Lucy went on to explain that studding can be expensive business and no one wants to waste time, so before a breeder brings their females Eetu is given a photo list of available breeding stock and he’s given a couple of days to identify those he’ll be likely to impregnate. “No farmer expects their prize bull to impregnate every cow” She also said he was brought into their farm very young, E2 represents his slave lineage”

I could get into this, so he gets a bunch of profile pics and chooses all those he wants to bang up one weekend, definitely up for that. Doug saw me thinking about the idea and looked distinctly unhappy about it.

“Cas didn’t really perform well in monday’s assembly though did he, thats the kind of thing we look out for, although its understandable given the environment and audience, mind if I check it again?” Lucy asked Carrie.
With a wave of Carries hand and a gentle nod Lucy started fiddling me to an erection. “Oh” she Lucy added “Is he a virgin?”
What kind of a question is that in public. Carrie said she didn’t know then asked me “Are you a virgin?” Sexual experience is part of our bravado one upmanship, all my friends seemed to lean in intently to hear the answer, so did everyone else for that matter. Through gritted teeth I had to say yes. “Aye” Carrie prompted for a louder response
“Yes I’m a virgin” I replied to a chorus of grunts and giggles.
But then to make it worse Doug came to my rescue “But he’s had sex with some boys though” That was my credibility right down the pan, I saw my friends regard lat amusingly.
“Casper, finish that off will you” Lucy instructed, flicking a hand towards my now abandoned erection.

So once again in a week I’m shuffling my tool to an orgasm in front of an audience of my peers. I’m just feet away from my former best friends who are all smirking at me, more so due to my virgin revelation. 3 weeks ago this would have been the ultimate dare between us which we’d all obviously refuse, and here's me now shuffling away like my life depended on it, the humiliation never ends! This is my life now, dare monkey. But think of the prize if I succeed, laying in E2’s gin palace surrounded by hand picked bitches…..perfect.

While I pumped away Lucy continued to explain to Carrie about my temperament, and maybe more training was needed judging by last year, I guessed she was talking about the fights. Breeders need to see good temperament in a slave before considering it apparently. She also talked about me needing to be a bit more defined if she was going to rent me on the breeding market. But she did say I had a good body anyway, so that was good, just needed a little building and definition. I can do that, I think if I’m going to be starkers much longer I might feel better about it if I was a bit more stacked. It could also cut down the number of orders I’ll get from the wieners when I’m caught without an owner.

As I cum to cheers and giggles Lucy says that it was a reasonable timing, but we’d need to do some more testing and finally with a sample cup, but she'll chat to her mum and see about getting me inspected and checked out sometime. It just seems so weird being invited over to a “school friend’s” house so their mum can check out my junk.

The rest of the day was same old, same old really, but more and more people are doing the slap thing.

That's the end of my first week, it was daunting for me and the freshers, they had it bad this year. I've never seen so much shaving cream and eggs in hell week.

I’ve got my new job tomorrow, I can’t wait, I’m really looking forward to it.

Cas

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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Casper429@SlavemailCC
Subject: RE School

Boy

Congratulations on your first week. Traditionally the first week is the worst, and gets better from there.

See if you can find out the name of the stud farm, I’ve been looking into some of these myself.

Good luck with the job tomorrow, don’t let your mistress down!

J

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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: RE Slave accessories

Sir

I had an amazing day at work on saturday, I love it there. I arrived at 7.30, the security were letting staff in, they were expecting me but didn’t seem to need any pass from me, maybe because there aren’t that many naked, collared boys around the town. I waited at the shutters for the shop until the owner Mr. Sanders, Jed arrived. He had his son with him. I couldn’t work out how old he was but he had to be at least as old as Doug to work, so thats 15, maybe even been a bit older than me.

As Ben fumbled with the lock on the shutters Jed explained that I’ll be cleaning shelves and dusting stock initially and to get familiar with where everything was. I was allowed to ask either of them questions relating to stock only, and to show an interest. He also explained that Carrie had given him ownership rights so he could punish me if necessary and he’s already extended these rights to Ben, his son.

This took far less time to explain than it did for Ben to get the key sorted. As he turned the key the shutters started to open. On their slow ascent Jed talked Ben through how to inspect me to ensure I was ready for work. I’d had a very quick shower before running for the bus this morning, but hoped it would be OK, especially as Carrie is so thorough on my nightly bath.

They both checked my head and worked their way down, but the time the shutter was half open Jed was explaining to Ben about retracting my foreskin as they don’t want customers to get a smeggy surprise. It appears Ben is circumcised so pulling back my foreskin was a bit alien to him. I stood there with hands on my head in the mall concourse as they discussed my junk idly watching the guys next door setting up the milkshake parlour. A couple were watching me while the others were setting out the chairs. At the point that we could get under the shutters Jed unlocked and we were in and the lights were on. They had me kneel on the counter while Jed talked Ben through inspecting my hole. Kneeling on the counter was a bit embarrassing, especially as the other shop staff had taken an interest in our shop since my arrival.

They asked me about my trip in and told me to get up earlier and walk to the bus in future as they don’t want me sweatty. Ben was then instructed to sponge wash me in the small washroom round the back.

Ben is pretty cool, well they both are really, he didn’t moan or complain, he also didn’t seem to mind handling my junk or putting his finger in me. It was clear that Ben was one of those above and beyond people, not only did he sponge my sweaty bits, he actually gave me a full wash from top to toe. I was rock hard by the time he got to my cock which he soaped up like it was just normal.

Finished, Ben walked me back to Jed who seemed very pleased I was sporting a boner, as thats whats going to ‘get them in’ apparently.

It was cool, business in the morning was very slow, I didn’t have to ask much, Jed was very keen for Ben to demonstrate just about everything I touched. He spent quite some time fitting the cock rings to me, they were really painful at the start, getting the second gonad in is an art, a very painful one. By his fifth goon the smaller rings he was able to slip me into in in just a few seconds. Jed was timing him and seemed very proud of his son. Its odd, the more proud he appeared in Ben, the more I wanted to help Ben gain more pride points, we soon became a pretty good team. As a celebration Jed charged me up with some neck credits and sent me to the milkshake shop to get 3 milkshakes. One was for me!

I walked out with one of the cockrings still on, so my dick looked enormous. They stop the blood coming out Jim, so as it pumps it gets bigger. I hope its not like a lambs tail and just drop off in the afternoon. Anyway, walking round to the milkbar with that monster cock jutting out in front of me was really embarrassing, they just stared at my dick with its blue veins popping out. It looked like a map of the Delta, I should run away there, at least I’ll never get lost now.

I returned with the milkshakes and we sat around and talked. I could talk, I was allowed to, it was amazing! Only during the break, but that was good enough. I explained how I became a slave, and about Clandu, and no matter how horrific I tried to make everything sound, it all just came out like a huge pantomime, we were all in fits of laughter by the time I’d got to talking about school.

The mall was pretty busy by mid morning so Jed got Ben to fit a number of manacles and chains to me and sent me to stand outside with a ball-gag in. I stood next to a sign advertising kit demonstrations.

I love my job uncle Jim, OK, when a couple wanted to test out a number of floggers, whips and paddles I started questioning Carrie’s choices, but nothing was sustained enough to be a problem. Although that flogger was cool, I could have been flogged for ages with that, it was more like a massage than a punishment.

I asked Jed about it after the customers had gone, and he got Ben to demonstrate a number of floggers on me. OK, the Cat-o-nine tails is a bastard, that really hurt, and so did the one with balls on the tails, Jed won't let customers test these on me but demonstrated lightly on me what they were like. Maybe I should get a nice soft flogger for Carrie and tell her that it really hurts:) This all gave Jed an idea and he had Ben flog me up against the window until lunch time. We seemed to be pulling in trade. We even spent some time with my cock against the window and Ben swinging the flogger. The till was up too Jed said. Later I got a chance to flog Ben in the back room as he wanted to know what it was like, he only took off his shirt.

By the end of the day I’d had a number of customers try cock rings on me. Some people bought them, but I think others came in just to feel my junk. As it quietened down by the end of the day I managed to get some cock rings onto Ben in the back room. He didn’t seem to mind me feeling him up to get them on. Ben won on the timing though, but that was only because I was too scared to hurt him. I got them on myself faster than he could get them on himself, so I won that.

It was an awesome day Uncle Jim, I can’t wait for next week. Miss Carrie, Jenny and Doug met me at the mall after work and took me to the park. I still can’t get over being naked outside in familiar places, Miss Carrie kept batting my hands away from my peenie. We passed a chip van and Carrie sent me to get some chips for them. These weren’t fries, they were proper thick potato chips, they were really nice when I eventually got fed one. So I bought 2 bags and a bottle of ketchup. They made me sit in front of them with an open bag of chips in each hand so they could pick at them. They were really hot, my hands were burning! Miss Carrie couldn’t work out where to put the ketchup so they could dip in it. If you put it in the baks it ends up as a mushy mess at the bottom she said. So she poured the whole bottle on my head and they dipped in that. It slowly worked its way down and was dripping off my nose. Doug helped a bit by dipping his chips in the worst bits on my face. When they were done Doug fed me a couple but then they made me turn round so I wasn’t facing them anymore. Carrie said “whats the use in having your peenie out if you can’t have the benefit of everyone seeing it”. They made sure my legs were open a bit so it hung down in full view. Some people stopped and took a chip dipping it in my hair. Carrie told me thats how I must always present chips to them when we’re out in future. I’ve got to pour the ketchup on myself at the van before I bring the chips back. Thats going to be embarrassing. Even though I have my collar on and people can see Im a slave, they all still give me funny looks when I’m naked, especially if I’m covered in goo. Imagine what they’ll be thinking if I just pour a bottle of ketchup over myself naked, They’ll think I’m mad. I think that wondering how people perceive me is one of the most humiliating parts of all this.

I had a lot of cleaning to do at home as I can’t get as much cleaning done in the week now I’m back at school. Mum has started cooking again which is good so I can do my other housework, but I had all that to do when I got back from work. To cap it dad wanted the door step, drive and path scrubbed, so I spent a good 2 hours on my hands and knees with a scrubbing brush working my way down the drive. People seem to like to watch me do that, a couple stopped and watched, I think they like to see my willy swing back and forth as I scrub. I was knackered by the time Carrie bathed me.

I’m still building that rockery at Mrs. Berg’s, that was today, I’m beginning to feel like I’m building a mountain range by hand. The rocks are good for exercise and building me up though, and she knows that's my goal, so has me stop and do various exercises on the lawn during the day. I was a plank table for a while, I got to 4 minutes and nearly shook her drink onto the floor so she put her feet on me instead. With all the shaking I made it to 6 minutes in a plank position, but getting stronger all the time.

It's been a great weekend uncle Jim, not looking forward to school tomorrow though.

Cas

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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Casper429@SlavemailCC
Subject: RE School

Boy

It’ll be Carrie's birthday soon, I might take up your idea of getting her a flogger.
How much is one of those cat-o-nine-tails?

J
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