My "teacher," the guy I met on the app who was playing that role, Mr. Clark, now held a lot of power over me. At some point, the role play became almost real to me, so I'll tell you this story as if it were.
I had first gone to him because of my grades, and he turned me into his sex slave. And at the end of our first meeting, when I was naked and in his power, he told me that I would be continuing subservience to him whenever he beckoned.
I actually liked that. I know I'm attractive, and he's not so worthy, and the combination of a not so worthy person completely owning someone like me turns me on a lot. So two days later, he messages me saying, "Be at my place at 3 o'clock."
I knocked on the door at three as commanded, having some idea what was going to follow. He opened the door, I entered, and he locked it behind me. His place featured a rather large living room with a nice couch. It was carpeted, and there were curtains concealing the windows. At the far edge was a dining table.
Before I had a chance to say anything, he took me by the hair to the table and pushed my head down on it. I heard the slip of a leather belt coming out from the loops on his pants, and immediately felt a sharp pain on my ass. "You fucking ass hole bitch," he said with a bit of anger, "you were disrespectful to me in class." The blows continued. I had no idea what he was talking about.
He explained. "I saw exactly where you were looking when I was teaching. You were undressing me with your eyes, you dirty slave. You shouldn't have done that, because I have power over you. And I'm going to use it."
A few more slaps of the belt, and then he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me upright. "Stand in the middle of the room," he ordered. I obeyed.
"Take off all your clothes."
"Yes master." I stepped out of my shoes, and took off my socks. I straightened up and took off my shirt. I have an awesome torso, smooth and muscular without being too large. When I take off my shirt in the locker room at sports, I catch the other guys stealing glances. And this older man not only gets to stare outright, but can order me to make any pose, and feel me and play with me as he wishes.
I continued by taking my pants off, and revealing that there was already a bulge in my underwear. Yes, this Mr. Clark was good-looking for a 40 something, and being his nude slave turned me on incredibly. I stepped out of my pants, and a little too eagerly, pulled down my underwear. My dick jumped from being released, and the feel of the air through my private parts, as Mr. Clark looked at me in my nudity, was divine.
"Now, shit boy, get on your knees and apologize." I obeyed. "Please, my master Mr. Clark, I know I'm a worthless piece of shit. I did look at your body, but I can't help it. When you owned me the other day, I realized that I love being owned. I admit it, I love being your nude slave. Please forgive me for being disrespectful, I didn't mean it at all. It was worship."
I was impressed with myself for that little speech! So was Mr. Clark. "That was actually good. I may begin to like you if you keep on like that. But you still need to be punished and humiliated. Get on your hands and knees and crawl in circles around the room. Keep going until I tell you to stop."
I did as I was told. I went down on my hands and knees, and started crawling in circles. I felt my balls jiggle between my legs, and I knew that my ass was looking great. My thighs stretched with each forward movement, and my biceps flexed with each change of arm. Mr. Clark was watching me with a smirk, and with one hand in his pants.
And then, there was a knock at his door. OMG! What followed was not what I expected. He had warned me that he had total control over me, and that that included in the classroom, but I was still unprepared to be "exhibited." But that's exactly what he had in mind.
"Go answer the door." I froze. He got up, spanked me on my ass, and pulled me up by my hair. "Go answer the fucking door."
Wow. Now I was nervous. I moved a little too slow, and he kicked me in the ass. "Move it."
I went to the door, and gingerly opened it. It was Calvin! How did this guy know a guy from my class? My mind was spinning. Calvin's the good-looking bully in the class who picks on me the most. And here I was, completely nude, my cock erect, standing there before him. And "Mr. Clark" was only playing my teacher! He looked at me and gave the most evil smirk I've seen. "I had to see this for myself."
What? I must have looked like a shocked deer. Somehow, Mr. Clark had obviously met him. Wait, so Cal was also on the app? I had no other explanation.
But however it came to be, this was now part of my humiliation! To be nude and subservient in the presence of the boy I hated the most, and who hated me. Mr. Clark and Calvin had been plotting...
And, yet, this turned me on even more. "Get on your hands and knees now," ordered Mr. Clark," and bring your master Calvin into the center of the room." "Mr. Clark, you're the best," said an arrogant Calvin. "Get down, Zach bitch."
My head was reeling, but this scene was getting so hot. I got down on my hands and knees. "Beg him to ride you," ordered Mr. Clark. Shit. I did not know what to feel, turned on or hatred and humiliation. But I didn't have time to think this through, because I saw Mr. Clark nod to Cal. He immediately gave my ass a real hard smack, and then grabbed my hair, pulling my head up to look right at him.
"Who's your master now, bitch? Beg me to ride on your naked body, shit face. Beg me, like a little faggot shit." He pulled a little more, and it hurt a ton. I had no choice. "Please, master Calvin, please ride my naked body. Pleassseee!! I'm begging you, you win. You are my superior, I am your slave. I have no dignity in your presence, forever. Please honor me and ride on my back! I'm beggggging you!"
Mr Clark laughed with Cal at this, and commented, "Zachy is a real horny shit, isn't he." Cal answered, as his weight landed on my back, "I always knew he was a faggot. But some guys thought he was cool, and he thought so too hahaha! Just look at you now, nude fuck Zach. You like my hands playing with your ass?"
As he said it, his hands were squeezing my naked buns, and giving the occasional slap. As he did, I started crawling, with his weight on top of me. Damn was this humiliating, but despite it, my cock was hardening yet again. "Oh look," he taunted, "Zachy's got a hardon for master Calvin. That is so embarrassing, isn't it? Especially when you can't hide it from the guy you're getting hard for.. me! Stand up, show me your fucking dick. I own you, bitch, Mr. Clark has given you to me today to do whatever the fuck I want with you. Get up, Zachy faggot."