Rufus

Rufus's eyes locked onto his reflection in the polished hallway marble, momentarily entranced by the sight of his own exposed body. He could almost see the raw emotions that churned beneath the surface - the shame, the vulnerability and the strange tinge of excitement. He realized that part of him was enjoying this.

He could also see the frank obscenity of the situation and why some people would see this as vulgar, his balls visible, slightly swinging to and fro with each movement he made, his member obscenely visible, in surrealistic contrast to everybody else.

"Rufus," Mary snapped, her voice cutting through his thoughts like a whip. "You're needed in the gym. A lightbulb needs changing."

As Rufus followed Mary through the crowded hallways, his heart pounded in his chest, and his mind was consumed by turmoil and, bemusingly, an undercurrent of joyous excitement. The cool air, like a feather being run up and down every inch of his bare skin, made him acutely aware of his vulnerability. He was starting to adapt to the virtual continuous stream of shrieks, 'oh my god's', urgent footsteps and slamming doors as he passed. It was like he was a demon spirit with the power to wreak havoc in a large bubble as he walked, the only difference was that this was the extreme opposite; It was his complete LACK of power doing the door slamming and shrieking. Every step he took sent shivers down his spine as if emphasizing the stark contrast between his nakedness and the clothed bodies surrounding him. One part of him longed for the days that he could walk in public with relative anonymity, yet another part revelled in the surrealistic dream he found himself in.

As they were walking, Mary explained a small update to the rules, "At least while you are in my charge at this institution, you don't need to ask for permission to cum if I am not around. This permission will be implied by any third party who is pleasuring you. I have made this clear to my friends who will, no doubt, spread this around. I want the women here to have the right to 'beat you off' ... so to speak.... of course, you are still never allowed to even touch your cock, other than to urinate. If you do touch your cock, you will regret it a thousand times over."

"Yes Miss Mary," was all he could say.

He imagined he had an invisibility cloak to shield him from the prying eyes. The thought of what others might be thinking about him made his heart race and his palms sweat.

Though he tried to maintain his composure, Rufus couldn't shake off the overwhelming sense of shame and arousal that washed over him. He knew he had to press on, focusing on the task at hand and trusting that Miss Mary would guide him safely through the hallway.

He kept his head bowed, not daring to make eye contact with anyone. He could hear his bare feet slapping against the hard surface of the floor. His exposed skin could feel the subtle change in the air currents as they walked along the corridor.

As soon as he entered the gymnasium, there was a small gathering of students, clearly having been forewarned of the show Rufus was about to perform. "Up you go, Rufus," Mary commanded, pointing to the precariously high ladder that led to the ceiling light. He hesitated for a moment, acutely aware of just how exposed he would be in such a position. Nevertheless, he swallowed his pride and began to climb.

"Careful," one student whispered, her eyes glittering with mischief as she watched Rufus ascend. "Wouldn't want to give everyone a show."

"Maybe some of us wouldn't mind," another chimed in, eliciting a round of giggles from the surrounding crowd.

As Rufus reached the top of the ladder, sweat glistening on his brow, he felt an odd sense of satisfaction. Despite their mockery, he couldn't deny the thrill of being lusted after, even if it was purely for their amusement. He felt the familiar sense of mortification as his member began to harden, clearly visible to the students below.

"Ooh ahh!" he heard a female shriek. "Look at that!", he heard another. He winced to himself as he felt his rod bounce around as he worked.

"Done," he announced, carefully making his way back down to solid ground. Mary eyed him approvingly, a small smirk playing on her lips as she took in his flushed face and laboured breathing.

"Good job, Rufus," she said, her tone laced with condescension. She grabbed Rufus's erect cock and balls in one hand and shook them up and down, adopting a comical voice, pretending it was Rufus, "Thank you, Miss Mary. I'm having a BALL of a time! It was a SWELL job!" She let go while grinning, at the sound of feminine laughter.

"Now, let's get going. There's still more for you to do."

"Of course, Miss Mary," Rufus replied, trying to suppress the excitement within him. He knew he should be outraged by his objectification, yet a small part of him couldn't help but revel in the attention.

"Rufus?" Mary's voice interrupted his internal struggle. "Are you coming?"

"He'll be cumming sometime today Mary" giggled a petite Asian girl as she gently grasped his erection and gave it a couple of pumps before letting go.

"Right away, Miss Mary," he answered, his eyes cast to the floor. He fell into step behind her, as they passed the still-laughing students and continued through the building.

As they walked, Rufus couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with him for deriving some twisted sense of pleasure from this humiliating experience. Perhaps it was merely human nature, he mused, or maybe he was simply desperate for any form of connection after being stripped of his former life.

Regardless of the reason, one thing was clear: Rufus had become the centre of attention at the college, and he would have no choice but to endure the objectification and curiosity that came with it.

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Rufus stood before a tutorial room door, a mop and bucket in hand, but his mind was far from the task ahead. The laughter of students echoed through the hallways, a constant reminder of their amused gazes on his naked form earlier that day. He tried to embrace the lingering humiliation as he dipped the mop into the soapy water, focusing on the job he had been assigned.

"Rufus!" Mary's voice cut through his thoughts like a knife. She had just finished a lecture and had come to check on her charge. "You're spilling water everywhere!"

"Sorry, Miss Mary," Rufus muttered, hastily wringing out the mop and wiping up the puddles he had unintentionally created. As one of the 'code holders', Mary held considerable power over him, and he couldn't disobey her without consequences.

"Pay attention, Rufus," she admonished, her eyes narrowing as she watched him work. "And don't forget, I have been told to have every inch of this floor spotless."

She pressed a button on her controller, and Rufus felt an unpleasant scratching sensation all through his body. This was the first time the controller had been used. He was curious about the effects and figured that this was a 'mild' setting.

"Of course, Miss Mary," Rufus replied, his cheeks burning at her remonstration. It was difficult enough to concentrate on his duties with the students' curious stares, and the regular tactile invasion of his private parts, but having Mary breathing down his neck and administering punishments only added to the ordeal.

"Ugh, why is it taking you so long?" Mary huffed impatiently, tapping her foot against the cold tile floor. "I have better things to do than watch you mop all day."

She pressed the control button again, repeating the same scratching feeling, but this time it was a little harsher.

"Bend over and touch your toes" she clipped.

When he was in position, she gave him 10 solid smacks that reverberated through the corridor. After the 6th smack, he could see three grinning girls and a boy upside down as they witnessed his 'correction'.

"OK, boy. You can stand up again." When he was back in position, facing her with his eyes cast to the floor, she grinned and pressed a second button. He instantly became more erect than he had ever been before, making his member comically visible and vulgar. Two dark-haired female students, dressed in hippy clothing and bangles, shrieked as they passed Rufus, pointing at his throbbing member.

He heard the sound of giggling recede as they walked away.

"Apologies, Miss Mary. I'll work faster," Rufus said, increasing his pace despite the discomfort in his reddened backside and his cock trying to burst out of his skin. As he scrubbed the floor, he couldn't help but let his mind wander back to the reactions of the students when they'd seen him earlier.

"Rufus, are you even listening to me?" Mary demanded, her hands planted firmly on her hips.

"Sorry, Miss Mary. What were you saying?" he said, now standing, his cock forming a bridge between them, obscenely protuberant.

"Never mind," she snapped, rolling her eyes. "Just finish up here so we can move on. I have another lecture to get to in 10 minutes, and I want to know that you are doing something.... and yes, I've just discovered a new setting on my control device, as you may have noticed.

"Of course, Miss Mary," Rufus replied, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his chest. Despite the embarrassment and discomfort he had experienced that day, he couldn't deny the strange sense of validation it had brought him. For a brief moment, he had been wanted -- desired even -- by the very people who had laughed at him.

As Rufus wrung out the mop one last time, he stood back to examine his handiwork. The floor gleamed beneath the fluorescent lights reflecting an upside-down naked figure, disappearing below the floorline, looking back up at him, two hairless legs capped by a pair of swinging balls. He knew that the days ahead would only bring more humiliation and more objectification, but he also recognized that he had no choice in the matter. He belonged to Mary and her family now, and he would have to find a way to navigate the complexities of his new life.

"Finished, Miss Mary," he announced, his voice steady despite the uncertainty coursing through him.

"Good," she replied, her eyes sweeping over the room before settling back on him. "Now, let's see how well you handle the next task."

"Whatever you say, Miss Mary," Rufus agreed, steeling himself for whatever challenges lay ahead. As he followed Mary out of the room, he couldn't help but wonder how his relationship with her and the other students would evolve in the coming days. Although he dreaded the thought of further degradation, he couldn't deny the small spark of humiliated lust that flickered within him, eager to see what the future held.

Mary's friends would continuously ask her if they could touch and caress Rufus, which Mary always accepted, reminding them that he was obliged to obey all females, and they were free to pleasure him to climax; anywhere, anytime. She usually declined requests from males. She became a hit at the college as he was passed from woman to woman with humiliating regularity. He was regularly brought to a raging erection and climax in public. He never got used to the sensation of standing open to the world, feeling the soft breeze caressing his exposed body. This was something he never experienced before. He never got used to the feeling of the women's clothing softly pressing up against his naked body as they passed him in the hall or they leant forward on tippy toes to hug and caress him. Women who took advantage of his naked body ranged in age from 18 to 55. Some in the college treated him with civil respect, and others, mainly from the gender studies and related departments treated him like an animal laughing and mocking him with moral abandon. Most women fell somewhere in between. It did not take long for Rufus to become a fixture in the institution, though he was undoubtedly the first and only slave the pupils and staff had ever seen.

It was towards the end of the lunch hour. Rufus had just returned the dishes to the kitchen and Mary was gathering her things to go to the next lecture.

"Rufus," she said, her voice tinged with mischief. "Do you remember when you used to teach at some school? ... Granite something?"

Grinning, she fumbled with her key chain and pressed a button, causing an instant public erection.

A group of three females walking past to return their used dishes to the servery stopped in amazement. They openly stared at his throbbing member as if hypnotized, before continuing.

"Of course, Miss Mary," Rufus replied, his voice muted by his mortification, barely above a whisper. How could he forget those days? The classroom had been his sanctuary, the place where he felt most alive. Now, it was just a distant memory, replaced by the ever-looming reality of his servitude.

"Tell me," she continued, leaning closer to him, gently grasping his cock and balls, causing a tiny cloak of warmth to his nether regions. "Did you ever think back then that you'd find yourself in a place like this, serving us like this?"

"Miss Mary, please," he pleaded, his eyes downcast. His heart ached from the constant reminders of his fall from grace.

"Sorry, Rufus," she said, not sounding sorry at all. "I just find it fascinating how life can change so drastically."

"Indeed, Miss Mary," he nodded, gritting his teeth as he tried to hold onto the last shreds of his dignity. But despite the humiliation, he couldn't help but feel compassion for the young girl before him. He knew she was merely a product of her environment, raised in a world that taught her people like Rufus were mere playthings, beneath her dignity.

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As part of his list of duties Mary was to supervise, he was put to work polishing the floors, mopping the restrooms, cleaning up spills, and doing other menial tasks that no one else wanted to do. Rufus found himself on his hands and knees more often than not, his bare bottom prominently displayed, disinfecting toilets and floors, feeling the cool liquid soap run down his legs and soaping his private parts and thighs. Rufus was handed a sponge by Mary and told to clean the shower stalls in the girl's locker room. The young women would enter and exit the showers with nonchalance, chattering as if he were not there. Some would even go out of their way to soak him if they could.

Rufus dutifully scrubbed the tile walls and floors of the shower stalls, trying his best to avoid directly looking at the young ladies as they passed by him partially compromised and dripping wet. He kept his eyes downcast, focusing only on the work at hand, as the sound of feminine laughter and conversation echoed off the tiled walls around him.

Rufus no longer thought of himself as a human being: he was now property, an object of ridicule and humiliation. Even though had long ago given up any semblance of humanity, he felt a paradoxical sense of exhilaration.

On more than one occasion, while cleaning the floor of the sports change rooms, Rufus felt a stinging slap across his backside as one of the more brazen girls took advantage of his vulnerable position to land a quick spank on his upturned bottom. His face burned red with embarrassment, but he did not dare protest or even glance back to see who had issued the humiliating blow. He simply bore the indignity in silence, scrubbing all the harder at a particularly stubborn spot on the floor.

The girls seemed to take a perverse delight in tormenting Rufus, calling out teasing remarks about the size and shape of his manhood which was visible hanging limply between his thighs as he crawled about on all fours. Many would grasp his balls and cock, or play with them, and on many occasions, more than he could count, he was brought to climax, which was invariably accompanied by squealing and clapping girls. No one ever asked him for his permission or enquired as to his feelings.

A couple of the women thought it funny to flick his balls with their index fingers and watch Rufus silently flinch in pain.

Fortunately, Mary put a stop to that when she heard about it.

For his part, Rufus kept his eyes averted and pretended not to hear their cutting jabs, though inside he seethed at their cruel amusement.

When his work was finally done, Rufus's knees and back ached from long hours spent genuflecting on the hard tile. His skin was pruned and puckered from the constant moisture, and his ears burned from the barrage of demeaning comments he'd endured.

Rufus was careful to keep his eyes averted, not wanting a reprimand from the principal. But the girls seemed to delight in tormenting him, giggling as they purposefully splashed water in his direction. One particularly cruel girl, Bethany, made it a game to try and soak him completely. As Rufus crawled to scrub the far corner of the showers, she suddenly dumped a bucket of water right over his head.

"Whoops! Sorry about that," Bethany snickered as Rufus sputtered and coughed. The other girls erupted in laughter at his miserable, dripping state. Face burning with humiliation, Rufus kept his eyes glued to the floor. He knew any reaction or complaint from him would only spur more torment. Silently, he resumed scrubbing, the tiles now slippery under his soaked hands and knees. The girls eventually tired of tormenting him and drifted off to dress and head to class.

Finally, alone, Rufus sat back on his heels and sighed, wiping the water from his eyes. He felt like nothing but a plaything for the cruel amusement of the girls. He was conflicted by the competing emotions pulling him in two directions; on one side he yearned for his old life of civil dignity and respect, yet on the other, he felt a sense of joyful abandonment riding the current of arousal and excitement, As a slave, he knew he had no recourse but to endure whatever indignities they saw fit to inflict on him. Straightening his shoulders, Rufus picked up his sponge and got back to work scrubbing the showers. He still had three more locker rooms to clean before the end of the day.

As Rufus shifted to ease the cramp in his leg, his eyes looked up and caught a momentary glimpse of a girl's breast as she dressed after her shower. The girl, Marcia, was visibly mortified. She shrieked and immediately darted to a partition hidden from his view.

She quickly reported the incident to the Dean, Jodie Peters. In this strict college environment, even the slightest breach of modesty was considered a sexual assault. As punishment for his actions, Rufus was handed over to Marcia and made to spend a week at her family's house as her slave. Marcia and her best friend, Suzy would make good use of him