Rufus Ch. 03

CHAPTER 3

The local college had about 1500 pupils... both young men and women. When the new term came, Mary pleaded with her mother Marina if she could take Rufus to college for 2 or 3 weeks as her "service boy". This was originally declined but eventually, Marina decided to meet with the dean.

A couple of days before the term was to start, Marina and the Dean, Jodie Peters agreed Rufus could attend for 2 weeks only. Mrs Peters anticipated that he would be a significant distraction, so in compensation, she would give Mary a list of tasks for him to finish and she would be responsible for the completion. As long as the tasks were done by the end of the week, Mary was free to take Rufus anywhere she chose within the college grounds.

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A cacophony of laughter and chatter filled the air as Mary and Rufus approached the college's entrance, the gravel making a crunching sound under Mary's feet and causing jabs of pain under Rufus's silent step. As they drew nearer, Rufus could feel the weight of his vulnerability grow heavier, the absence of clothing leaving him exposed to the prying eyes of curious young adults.

"Remember," Mary said, her hand gripping Rufus's forearm reassuringly, "you're with me, and I won't let anyone hurt you."

He nodded, swallowing hard, reflecting on the fact that he was a 31-year-old man in the peak of physical health, seeking the protection of a petite 18-year-old girl. The temptation to turn back was overwhelming, but something inside him urged him forward. His fear of disobedience was greater than his desire to flee. With each step, the murmur of students grew louder, and soon enough, as soon as they entered the entrance foyer, all conversation suddenly stopped as dozens of eyes turned to stare at the spectacle before them.

The silence was followed by a series of piercing screams and gasps, then frantic chattering and whispering.

Oh my god! Oh my god!" Could be heard from the right. "Oh, my word! Oh my... Who is this!" from directly in front.

The sound of rapidly retreating footsteps could be heard, the obscenity of the situation too overwhelming for some of the more puritanical girls.

"Oh my god Mary! who is this?" one girl asked, her two hands covering her mouth in shock, her voice wavering between awe and disbelief.

"This is Rufus," Mary replied proudly, her grip on his arm tightening possessively. "He's my personal... ah.... how shall I put it....companion: 'Rufus'.

The students appeared to visibly relax, once they knew Rufus's role and they could see him submissively casting his eyes low onto the floor.

As the words left her lips, whispers spread through the crowd, curiosity piqued by Rufus's exposed form. Some stared unabashedly, their gazes roving over his body, while others shifted uncomfortably under the weight of the taboo scene unfolding before them.

"Isn't he cold?" another student inquired, eyeing Rufus's nudity with a mixture of fascination and concern.

"May I reply Miss?", said Rufus, looking at Mary. She nodded. "I'm quite physically comfortable," he said, attempting to maintain some semblance of dignity amidst the onslaught of attention, but not able to take his eyes off the floor. His heart pounded in his chest, torn between humiliation and the unexpected thrill of being at the centre of everyone's interest.

He could still hear the sound of frantic whispering and chattering, now confined largely to the female students. Most of the men had lost interest and continued as they were.

While Rufus was respectfully looking at the floor, as he had been taught, he felt both his nipples being tweaked, then re-tweaked in the opposite direction, then the sound of a giggling girl and rapidly retreating footsteps.

He then felt a patch of warmth on his buttocks as a tiny hand rubbed up and down both left and right cheeks, and gently slipped between the crack, only to withdraw a couple of seconds later with a playful smack, and again, a giggling retreat.

Rufus thought to himself that the situation had just risen to a new level and he was not sure if he could fully adapt.

"Let's get going, Rufus. We have a full day ahead of us," Mary declared, guiding him towards the corridor away from the entrance hall, where even more curious eyes awaited.

"Right," Rufus muttered, steeling himself for the inevitable onslaught of questions and stares. As they walked along the north-south corridor, he couldn't help but ponder his motivations -- was it a perverse desire for validation, even admiration that drove him to submit to this objectification, or merely the mechanical inescapable consequences should he disobey? Whatever the answer, Rufus knew one thing for certain: today would be a day unlike any other.

The occasional shriek and rapid opening of windows could be heard and girls excited heads poking out of recesses with bulging eyes could be seen, as Mary led Rufus down the main hallway, his naked form drawing stares, gasps and shrieks from every direction. Students peered out of tutorial rooms, some gasping in shock while others stifled giggles behind cupped hands. The air was thick with anticipation, and Rufus couldn't help but feel a mix of apprehension and curiosity at their reactions.

As he walked, his mind swirled with a whirlwind of emotions. Embarrassment coursed through him, turning his cheeks a deep shade of crimson. The realization that he was completely exposed, vulnerable to the gaze of these pupils, made him want to shrink and disappear. The whispers and snickers that followed his every step felt like arrows pricking at his fragile pride.

Humiliation washed over him like a relentless wave. He couldn't help but wonder how he ended up in this predicament, stripped of his clothes and dignity in such a public manner. He wished desperately for an escape, a way to erase this moment from existence.

With each passing moment, Rufus felt the weight of vulnerability pressing down on him. The lack of clothing left him utterly exposed, both physically and emotionally. He longed for the safety of cover, for something to shield him from the prying eyes that seemed to strip away more than just his clothes

The lack of visible restraints such as handcuffs or a collar, seemed to add to the obscenity of the situation, implying that Rufus was a willing participant in this obscene stage show.

Yet amidst the embarrassment, humiliation, and vulnerability, there lingered a nagging sense of curiosity. What was it about his nakedness that had provoked such strong reactions?

"Isn't that Mary's new...?" one girl whispered to her friend, eyes wide with disbelief?

"Must be," her friend replied, unabashedly ogling Rufus. "He's even more sexy up close."

Mary led Rufus to the main corridor. "Alright everyone, gather 'round!" she announced, taking charge of the situation with a gleeful grin. As the students encircled them, she wrapped an arm around Rufus and beamed. "I'd like you all to meet Rufus. He's my slave, and he's here to serve me."

"Are you serious, Mary? A real-life slave?" gushed one of the girls in the crowd, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Absolutely," Mary boasted, relishing the attention and envy radiating from her peers. "He does everything I ask, without question."

Rufus clenched his fists, trying to suppress the rising shame that threatened to overwhelm him. Still, a small part of him couldn't deny the strange satisfaction he felt, being the focus of so many admiring gazes.

"Wow, he's gorgeous," another student chimed in, biting her lip as her eyes roved over Rufus's exposed body.

"Can we, like, touch him?" asked a bold young man, reaching out tentatively toward Rufus's toned arm.

"Of course!" Mary encouraged, nodding enthusiastically. "Just keep it respectful, alright?"

As the students reached forward to trace their fingers across Rufus's skin, he tried to maintain his composure, focusing on the sensation of their touch rather than the humiliation of the situation. He felt a strange sort of pride at being desired by so many, even though he knew that this display was far from appropriate.

Despite his feelings of utter degradation, or perhaps because of them, he felt the inevitable; he was becoming hard. Before he knew it, he was sporting a rock-hard erection, visibly pulsing with his heartbeat.

"Aaaaaah!" Shrieked a young woman, pointing at Rufus's erection.

Rufus tried to mentally retreat even further but found this was not possible.

"Ooh. Look at that!" Cried a student pointing at his excitement..

"Ahh! I love this!" Shrieked another, while she gently clasped his throbbing shaft and slid her hand slowly back and forth.

Rufus just continued to remain passive, his eyes cast down, accepting the invasion of his body with resignation.

As the young woman continued to pump his shaft, he let out a groan. This encouraged her to continue until Mary nodded her head, and his body trembled for what seemed like forever before he nearly blacked out, retreating into his own world, while he released his ejaculate onto the floor before him.

A couple of girls shrieked as they leapt backwards to avoid his load landing on their clothing.

Rufus thought that he had never felt so degraded in his life before, yet somehow this thought made him feel even more aroused, keeping his member erect.

"Come on, Rufus," Mary urged, tugging on his arm. "We have to get to class."

"Right," Rufus muttered, steeling himself for the remainder of the day. As they walked away from the crowd, he couldn't help but wonder what other trials awaited him in this new role.

Rufus stood at Mary's side, trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible. He focused on his breathing, attempting to find some semblance of calm amidst the turmoil.

"Okay, Rufus," Mary said, her voice a mixture of excitement and authority. "In each tutorial or lecture, you'll stand in the closest corner to me. Don't speak unless spoken to, understood?"

Rufus nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. "Understood, Miss Mary."

As Rufus entered the lecture theatre, a wave of hushed whispers swept over the students. His face burned with embarrassment, but he knew better than to let it show. He took his place in the corner, standing tall and keeping his composure despite the humiliating circumstances.

As Rufus stood there, he could feel a cool breeze wafting through the hall, teasing his bare skin. Goosebumps formed on his arms and legs, causing a shiver to run down his spine. The sensation of the air against his exposed flesh heightened his awareness of his vulnerability.

His heart raced as he became acutely aware of every gaze upon him. He could almost feel the weight of their stares on his bare skin, intensifying his discomfort. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and trickled down the back of his neck, amplifying the clamminess he felt under their scrutiny.

Despite these physical sensations, Rufus stood firm, determined not to let his nakedness overpower him. He focused on maintaining a strong stance, feeling the floor beneath his bare feet grounding him. His muscles tensed as he braced himself for any additional discomfort or judgment that might come his way.

"Alright, folks," Mary said to the few students sitting in her section, a wicked grin on her lips. "This is Rufus, my slave. He's here to do whatever I need, so don't get any ideas."

Throughout the day, students approached Rufus between lectures and tutorials, reaching out to touch his bare skin as though he were an exotic animal on display. Some giggled nervously, while others whispered lewd comments under their breath.

After a couple of hours, the students seemed to gain confidence, and their explorations became more bold.

At times, he would feel a small cup of warmth under his balls as they were jiggled left and right, back and forth, then let go followed by a female giggle. A few seconds later he felt another tiny hand clutch his flaccid penis and shake it to and fro, then let go, followed by a different giggling voice.

At one stage, while waiting in a corridor for Mary to join him, he was told by a young female voice to bend forward and touch his toes. He had been taught to obey all females, so he did as asked. A few seconds later, a small hand cupped his balls from behind, and a tiny thumb pressed into the area between his buttocks towards his anus. Thank goodness she did not penetrate, he thought. The hand was removed, and again he heard a series of giggles and footsteps rapidly retreating.

"I can't believe someone like you ended up like this," one girl remarked, her fingers trailing along his stomach. "It's almost a shame."

Her hand dropped slowly, and cupped his balls which she gently squeezed and released. He could feel her hand as a little pocket of warmth amidst his cool skin.

"I used to go to Granite Hills secondary."

Rufus flinched in horror. That was the school where he was a physical education teacher. His heart nearly stopped as he fell into a state of absolute mortification. He recognised the girl as one of his ex-year 12 pupils... Pauline Rowbrook.

She just grinned at her ex-teacher and moved her hands to encompass his slowly swelling shaft, where she slid her delicate hand up and down creating a spectacular erection on her previous teacher.

"I remember you Mr Thompson." she said the word ' Thompson' with a sarcastic twang.

"Hey, Rufus," teased a young man, smirking as he poked his chest. "How's it feel to be stripped of everything, huh?"

Rufus knew that technically he did not have to obey this young man or show him any reverence at all, but his state of mind over the previous weeks had slipped into one of complete and universal slavery. In his old life, when he was a proper person, he would have been quite comfortable saying to this student, "sod off you stupid twat", but given his current state of mind, he just clenched his jaw and remained respectfully silent. Internally, he wrestled with the humiliation that gnawed at him.

"Rufus," Mary called out from her seat during one lecture. "Come here, I need you to adjust this chair for me."

"Of course, Miss Mary," Rufus replied, forcing a smile as he crossed the theatre, all eyes on him.

"Thank you," Mary said, her voice dripping with condescension. "Now, back to your corner."

When he returned to his standing spot, he felt horrified to notice that he was becoming aroused again. The students in the lecture theatre all stopped listening to the speaker as they collectively stared at his evolving erection. This in turn increased Rifus's arousal and before long, he was so erect one could see his heartbeat in his shaft, just like what happened in the common corridor.

Many of the girls gasped in delight and continued to ignore the speech and stare at the show Rufus was providing. The more they stared, the more humiliated he felt, and the more aroused he became. He could not make sense of his reaction. Why was he getting erect with being humiliated and degraded?

Each time Rufus obeyed Mary's commands, the students' reactions varied from shock to amusement, but they never seemed to tire of the spectacle. As the day came to an end, Rufus was left with a churning mix of emotions, unsure how he'd manage to navigate this new role in the days to come.