Date: Wed, 1 Dec 2010 01:34:38 +0000
From: nikeshoxdood@yahoo.com
Subject: Nike Slave IV

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Nike Slave Part IV

Damn him! That fucker took my wallet. He has my license, my credit cards,
my social security card (I know you are not supposed to keep that in your
wallet in case it is stolen, but you need it from time to time and I keep
it in my wallet to know where it is) and all kinds of other shit about
me. I can't even stop to get gas or food or anything. And if I get pulled
over, I will be in a world of shit. Damn him!

I was not ever going to go back there again. This was going to be it. I was
willing to bet that he would not even tell anyone about what I did because
he would then have to explain why he let me do that stuff. He would have
been just as embarrassed as I would. I was sure this was going to be the
end of it.

But now, he has my balls in a vice. I need my wallet. I have to get it
back. There is no way around it. It has all my credentials and everything
critical to my every day life. Damn him!

My mind was racing. And then I almost shit a brick. Headed my way in the
opposite lane was a police car. Fuck!!!! If I get pulled over, I am gonna
be in such shit. No ID, no license, no nothing. I drove very carefully and
minded my Ps and Qs. I watched as he drove past me, and then stared at the
rear view mirror to make sure he was not going to turn around. He kept
going, thank god!

This is such bullshit. There is no way I can get by without my wallet. I am
just going to have to show up tomorrow and get it back. But I am sure that
fucker is not going to just hand it over to me. I know something else is
going to happen. And after what he just put me through, it could be
anything. ANYTHING. He was intent on my being compliant with anything he
could come up with and he said he wanted to try all kinds of shit that he
came across on the Internet. I am sure I am not going to like this at all.

But what the fuck am I supposed to do? He has the upper hand and I have to
go along with it until my wallet is back in my pocket. Then he will have no
hold on me and I can still get out of this. It will be back to just his
word against mine and I will just not give in to him anymore. As soon as he
gives me my wallet, I am gone. I will show up tomorrow for one last time
and then that will be it. I will get my wallet and he can go fuck himself.

That's what I decided to do.

* * *

It was getting warm in the car so I cracked my window a little bit. I had
arrived a few minutes ago at Kristopher's house and he was not home yet. It
was 2:55pm. He said to be here at 3:00pm so I am sure he would be along
soon. My stomach was full of butterflies. I was not sure what was about to
happen but I was sure I was not going to like it. But I would go along with
it in order to get my wallet back and then he could kiss my ass goodbye.

I heard the engine running as his car pulled up next to mine. I rolled my
window back up and looked over at his car. Kristopher was in the driver's
seat and was unhooking his seatbelt. Seated next to him doing the same
thing was a young hunk. My god, he was stunning. Very athletic and
extremely good looking. Very easy on the eyes. He was obviously a soccer
player because he was wearing a jersey. They both got out and then I was
able to drink in his full view. He had chestnut brown hair just like
Kristopher and was about 6' tall. His hair was crusty with dried sweat but
spiked, cut short on the sides and sticking up on the top. And there were
sweat spots under his armpits and down his back. Below his jersey was a
silky pair of soccer shorts. Very hot, yes indeed, very hot. His legs were
extremely muscular and very well defined. But you would expect that from a
soccer player. He had his soccer socks on and they matched the rest of his
uniform. And then he was wearing a black pair of leather Nike
cleats. Fucking beautiful. Yeah I could stare at him all day.

"I still don't see why I couldn't shower before we left. I feel so nasty. I
am covered in sweat and I am sure I smell too. That was one hot game. I
have never sweat so badly in all my life. I really need a shower and I am
sore all over and my feet are killing me" the young stud whined.

"I told you, we did not have time because I was expecting company dumb ass!
Can't you see him sitting in his car right there? Besides, as I told you
when I picked you up, you can get cleaned up here. In fact I think you'll
prefer to get cleaned up here after I show you a little treat I have in
store for us." Kristopher looked at me with an evil grin on his face.

"This is my younger brother, Austin. Austin this is the guy I told you I
was expecting to meet here. Let's go on in the house and chill. Austin, I
think you are going to like this guy once you get to know him," Kristopher
explained.

I got out of my car and followed the two guys up to the house. As
Kristopher unlocked the door, Austin leaned up against the doorframe and
placed his hand on it to keep his balance as he reached down to untie his
cleat.

"Dude, you don't have to take them off out here, come on in. We'll get you
out of those inside." Kristopher directed his younger brother.

"Fuck dude, they are all muddy and shit. I don't want to track inside your
house." He replied.

"Don't worry about it. Just stomp real hard to knock the mud off and come
on in. I will have them cleaned off in a hurry as you sit back and relax
after your hard game. By the way that fucking last goal you shot was
awesome. The way you broke the tie and won the game, that was fucking
great. And we are gonna celebrate. You deserve a real treat. And I am going
to make sure you get it." Kristopher explained.

As he said this to Austin, he looked back at me and winked. I knew what
this fucker was up to. And I was cringing. I knew what he was planning. I
was going to be busy for a while not only serving Kristopher but now he was
getting Austin in on it too. Fuck! Maybe he would be turned off by it and I
wouldn't have to do anything at all. Maybe he would bring Kristopher to his
senses and tell him that what he made me do was wrong and not go along with
it. Austin was a young guy, I am sure he would not be into dominating
another guy into serving him. This might just all backfire on him. His
house of cards might be tumbling in just a few minutes. There was suddenly
a light at the end of my tunnel. This might be my way out.

"All right, come on in." Kristopher offered as the door swung open.  We all
filed in and Kristopher flicked on the light.

"Austin dude, take a load off your feet and flop down on the couch, put
your feet up on the coffee table and relax. I am gonna make arrangements
for something to drink. So just lay back and enjoy yourself. You played
hard and I want you to get your reward for it. So hang tight buddy."
Kristopher was priming him for my services. I just knew it. That fucker! I
hope to god that Austin refused his ideas and put him in his place. But my
fist goal was to get my wallet back.

"But bro, my cleats are dirty? Why the fuck should I put them on the coffee
table?" asked Austin.

"Because I am gonna get them clean in just a minute and I need you to prop
them up there so there is access to them." Kristopher explained.

"But, I want to take a shower and get cleaned up. I feel nasty and I can
even smell myself." Austin pleaded.

"Yeah in a minute, let me get some stuff lined up, you can get cleaned up
in a minute." Kristopher continued.

"Now, I want you to go out to the trunk of my car and open it up." He
looked at me.  "Inside you will find a cooler and some bags of ice and
along with it a case of beer. This guy I know bought all of that shit for
me on their credit card. Don't' you think that was generous of him?" He
grinned at me knowing full well that it was my card that paid for the beer,
ice and cooler.

"I want you to put the ice and beer in the cooler and make sure the beer is
evenly distributed throughout the ice so it will get nice and cold. And
then bring the cooler in. Austin and me have some celebrating to do."
Kristopher instructed me as he handed me the keys to his car so I could
open the trunk. "In the meantime, Austin and I are gonna have a little chat
until you get back in here. So hurry the fuck up and get our beers
chillin." He demanded.

I reluctantly took his keys knowing that if I objected I could kiss the
chance of getting my wallet back goodbye. I opened the door and exited out
to do my newfound chore.

After about ten minutes of opening the bags of ice and randomly placing the
beer bottles in the cooler and covering them with the ice, Kristopher
suddenly emerged from his pad.

"Ok, Austin is ready to celebrate. And so am I for that matter. So hop to
it and bring the cooler in, slave!" The grin on his face was blatant.

I had enough. I was going to put an end to this. There was no way I was
going to put up with him dominating me and forcing me to service him in
front of Austin. I just wanted my wallet and I wanted to go. That was
it. So I interjected, "I will bring the cooler in and you and Austin can
'celebrate' by yourselves. I want my wallet back and I want to leave. Enjoy
your brother's company. Just give me my wallet please." I pleaded.

"Ummmm, let's see. I told you before I am a reasonable guy. Last night you
told me that this shit is over. But I am telling you this right now...if
you want your wallet back today, you have one last duty to me. This all
started out by you making a bet that you lost that you would do ANYTHING I
told you. And so far I have only gotten to test that out a little bit. But
I can see that you want to welch on your bet. So, ok I can go along with
that. You want out. Ok I can handle that. But before you leave and never
come back, you have to at least make good on your bet for this
afternoon. Austin deserves to be serviced. He fucking did a spectacular job
playing today and he deserves to kick back, relax and be waited on. And you
are going to at least do that. So I am telling you that the deal is
this... You want your wallet back, right?" he asked.

"You got that fucking right, Einstein!" I explicated.

"And you want out of your bet, right?" he added.

"Yes, of course. You made this into something that I never should have
gotten into. It was my bad to even suggest this thing in the first place. I
was horny and I was stupid. You now know that obviously I am gay and I was
attracted to you. But you are going way too far. You are using my
infatuation with you against me and now that I am thinking straight, I
fucking want out. I did not know you would get twisted and force me to do
shit like what you did last night. Enough is enough. You got to try fucking
a guy so let it go at that and stop using me. Okay? Just give me my wallet
and we are good. Ok? No harm, no foul." I looked at him, hoping that reason
would get me the fuck out.

"Ok, but you did make a bet and I did get to try something that I would not
probably ever have gotten to try if the circumstances were different. So
let's make one last deal then. In my eyes you still owe me, big time. You
did in fact make that bet with me, and you lost. I do not care if your
hormones drove you to do it or not. But you rubbed the bottle and the jinni
popped out and now you want to put her back in the bottle. Do you think
that can be done with no consequences?" He asked me. And by the look on his
face it was not a rhetorical question. He actually wanted an answer.

"I am not sure what you mean." I managed to get out.

"I am telling you this, if you want your wallet back and you want a release
from your debt to me then I expect, no in fact I demand, that there will be
one last tribute to me." He explained.

"Ok, what do you want?" I prompted hoping that I would get my way out.

"What I want is this...in exchange for your wallet back and your release
from your bet that you made and lost fair and square, I want you to service
me and Austin this afternoon. If you do that, you are free to go with your
wallet and nothing more. Do you agree to that?" He asked.

I thought about it and weighed the situation very carefully. What could
they do more to me than what Kristopher did to me last night? I would be
free and I could have my wallet back. It might not be that bad. And
besides, Austin is so fucking hot. Serving him might even be a turn
on. Actually some of the shit Kristopher did to me did actually turn me on
because he was so fucking hot, but OMG Austin outshines him by far. So I
guess it would not be so bad to accept.

"I guess one more afternoon can be acceptable. I will get my wallet and I
can go free after this afternoon of serving you and Austin?" I asked making
it clear that I understood what was being negotiated.

"Yes, but you do realize what this means, right?" he added.

"What?" I asked nervously.

"Ok, this is what will have to happen in order to let you go and you get
your wallet. I told Austin just now that I own your ass and you serve
me. He does not believe me. So when we go in there, you WILL submit to me
and do every thing I say. You will not hesitate in doing anything I
ask. You will not complain about it and you will tell us that you would
love to do anything I tell you to do. In fact I want you to even beg me at
times to do what I want you to do. If I suggest something, I want you to
tell me that you would love to do that and that you are glad that I
suggested it because you wanted to do it but you were to shy to offer to do
it in front of Austin. If you do that then I will give you your wallet back
and you will be free to go. Do we have a deal?" He asked.

Here was my chance. I could do that. What difference would it make if I
went along with that. If I were out in a couple of hours, what the fuck, it
would be worth it to grovel and beg him to use me. Yeah, if I can be
released, then I could do this just this one last time. It would not be
that bad, so sure I am going to fucking do it. I will beg him to use me
this afternoon as he sees fit.

"Ok, you got a deal. I will do it." I declared.

"So you will do anything I tell you to do or anything Austin asks and you
will not hesitate to do it and will not complain about doing it? Just this
one last time?" He wanted to clarify.

"Yes, I can go along with that." I agreed.

"Ok but I also want you to beg to serve us. After all you made the bet that
you would do anything I demanded. If you are going to fulfill that bet and
you want to be released, I want you to beg to do this for us. In fact you
know what I had you do for me. I loved doing that and I am sure Austin will
want to have it done too. So since you know we want that, I want you to
actually suggest it to Austin and beg him to let you do it to him. Do we
have a deal? You do this and you are free." He outlined.

"Fuck no. I am not going to beg you for anything. I will do what you say
but I am not going to beg you to do it to me. Fuck no!" I stated clearly.

"Do you want your wallet back then? Do you want to be released from the
bet?" He asked, trying to tempt me.

I had to think about it. Was it worth it? I will get what I want. And it
will only be for this one afternoon and then it will be over. I guess I
could do it. What the fuck? I already did it for him once. What difference
would it make if I did it again and begged him to do it to me in front of
Austin? I needed my wallet. I could not get by without it. So I guess the
only option was to agree to it.

"Ok, you have a deal" I murmured.

"Alright, done. But I want to hear it from your own lips. Tell me what the
deal is." He demanded.

"Ok, I will have to beg you to let me serve you, and do the things you
already made me do for you and allow you and Austin to have me do all those
things for you this afternoon. And in exchange, I get my wallet and I am
free to go after this." I clarified.

"Yes, you got it. You are gonna go in there and beg me and Austin to let
you lick his cleats clean, lick my Nikes clean, lick our feet and suck our
toes. You agree to do anything we ask you to do and you will not complain
and you will do it without hesitating, right?"

"Yes, I already told you I would." I exclaimed.

"Ok, then it is done. Bring the cooler in faggot." He demanded as he turned
and walked toward his bachelor pad.

I pulled the cooler out of the trunk and closed it. I picked up the cooler
and brought it into the apartment.  I set it down as I came in.

Austin was on the couch laying back with is Nike cleats resting on the
coffee table. He was surfing the channels for something that would peak his
interest. Kristopher came over to the coffee table and picked up another
remote and pointed it at the entertainment center and pressed a button. And
Austin kept flipping channels. Then Kristopher looked at the entertainment
center and grinned and nodded as he put the control down.

"Well Austin, I told you that he was my slave and we are ready to prove
that to you now. You wanna see a demonstration?" Kristopher asked his
younger brother.

"I thought you were fucking kidding me. Do you really mean this guy will do
anything you ask?" He asked incredulously.

"Yes, absolutely. Just watch!" Kristopher said as he plopped down next to
Austin.

"Faggot, get us some beer." He barked out.

"Absolutely, Sir. Anything I can do to serve you. As you see fit." I said
thinking about getting my wallet.

I immediately opened the cooler and grabbed three beers, thinking that if
they are gonna get to drink, I may as well too.

"Umm we only need two right now. Leave that other one in there so it can
stay cold." Kristopher told me.

"I was just gonna get one for myself too." I explained.

"Yeah, you will get your beer later when Austin and I are done drinking it
and we process it for you. You are gonna drink it like the Germans do. Warm
and straight from the tap." He laughed and looked at Austin with a big grin
on his face.

"Are you for real? No way man he wouldn't actually do that would he?"
Austin asked incredulously.

"Ask him yourself." Kristopher suggested.

"You'll drink my piss right from my cock?" Austin looked at me waiting to
see what I would say.

As Austin waited for my answer I looked at Kristopher and I saw him form
the word "wallet" on his lips but he did not make a sound. I knew that if I
did not go along with this I was not going to get my wallet back. It was
the lesser of two evils.

"Yes absolutely, would you please let me drink your piss from your cock?
Can I be your urinal whenever you need to piss? I want to drink your piss
as you just relax and lean back and let it go. I won't spill a drop I
promise." I could not believe I was actually going along with this. But I
had to be convincing as Kristopher instructed me when I was filling the
cooler. If I did not do this I would be going home again without my wallet.

"No fucking way, I can't believe this. There is no fucking way you would
want to drink my piss. Umm but I guess you can if you really want to."
Austin replied with a kind of weird look on his face.

"Well you won't get your piss if you don't prime the pump bitch! Bring us
the beer." Kristopher barked shoving an elbow into Austin's side and
laughing as he looked over to Austin and said, "I told you he wanted to do
this for us. Wait until you see what he is willing to do. I couldn't
believe it myself until he actually did it."

I put the third beer back in the cooler and closed the lid. Then I stood
back up and took a step towards the couch.

"Umm what is wrong with this picture, slave?" Kristopher asked glaring at
me.

I quickly thought to myself, "what was he bitching about now?" and then I
remembered what he said last night. A slave should not walk around his
Master. So I dropped to my knees and began to crawl over to them.

"Yeah, that's better. You don't need to walk. Crawling to serve us is good
enough for you." Kristopher grinned.

I opened a beer and placed the top on the coffee table and handed it up to
Kristopher.

"Where are your manners? Guests first!" Kristopher instructed me.

"You are quite right, I am so sorry Austin, here you go." I said as I
offered it to him.

He took it and placed the bottle up to his lips and tipped his head back. I
then opened the second bottle and gave it to Kristopher.

"Yeah, now I think we need to do something about those cleats of yours
bro." Kristopher said and took a gulp from his beer. "Let's see if he has
any suggestions as to how to get them clean." Kristopher grinned as he
pointed the top of the bottle towards my face giving me the queue to serve
Austin.

"Hey man, can I clean them for you please?" I looked at Austin hoping that
he would decline my offer.

"Yeah sure, I guess. You won't mind?" Austin asked taking another sip.

Again I could see Kristopher mouth the word "wallet" and I knew my duty.

"Hell no, I would love to. In fact just to show you how much I want to, you
don't even have to take them off. I will do everything for you. You won't
have to lift a finger. I cant wait to lick them clean." I looked up at
Kristopher and he winked at me.

"Are you shitting me? You're going to lick my fucking soccer cleats after I
just played a game in them? Those fuckers are dirty man!" He interjected.

"Yeah that's why you need to have them cleaned." I explained. My mouth was
getting dry knowing what I was offering him and knowing what Kristopher was
expecting me to do.

"I don't fucking believe this. I wanna see this. Yeah go ahead. Lick them."
Austin said as he uncrossed his ankles and took a sip from his bottle
again.

Kristopher's grin widened. And then he took another swig from his bottle.

I swallowed hard and approached the coffee table on my knees and leaned in
to his black leather Nikes. At least they were not that muddy. He had
knocked the chunks of mud off outside. So now they were just stained with
mud not caked with it. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out and
brushed my tongue over the top of his cleat. The top was not dirty and it
was tasteless. It was smooth and my tongue caressed it easily. Austin
looked down at me and his mouth dropped open wide as I moved my tongue over
the top of his cleat. This was so humiliating.

"I can't fucking believe this. He is actually doing this." Austin
exclaimed.

"I know, right? You'll get used to it though. He will make sure all of your
needs are met. And I mean it, ALL of them." Kristopher smiled down at me
and then took a big swallow of his beer.

I licked the complete top of his cleat. It actually was not that bad
because it was mostly clean. Every once in a while my tongue brushed over a
spot where mud had come into contact with it and marked it. When that
happened, I got grit in my mouth. When I closed my mouth and my teeth
touched each other, I could hear a crunch from the dirt being ground
between them. I picked up his ankle and licked the side from his heel back
up to his toe. The cleat had a smell of leather and was warm and now I was
getting more grit in my mouth. I was definitely getting to the more dirty
part. I stroked his cleat with my tongue many, many times until it was
shiny with my wet saliva. They were actually becoming cleaner with every
stroke. The bad thing was that the nasty dirt was getting into my mouth and
I could taste it. It was kind of musty and had a very faint indistinct
taste. It smelled kinda like a log rotting in the woods and I imagine it
would taste the same way. The top and left side of his left cleat was now
spotless. In order to get to the other side, I had to shift his leg to the
other side of me. I was about to lift his leg higher so I could duck under
it when I heard another order barked out.

"Umm, we are running dry here. I need another one and so does Austin"
Kristopher directed.

I put his leg down and crawled back over to the cooler. But instead of
opening it up and grabbing two more, I thought ahead and dragged the cooler
back over to the coffee table. I was not going to be crawling back and
forth every time they barked. Once I got it within reach of the table, I
opened it and popped two more open. I set them down on the table and
reached up for the empties. I took Austin's first knowing that I needed to
cater to him ahead of Kristopher because guests needed to be
respected. Austin tipped the bottle straight up and let the last drop drain
into his eager mouth. I quickly replaced his empty with another one and he
started on emptying that one too. I replenished Kristopher's supply and
then went back to working on Austin's nasty cleat. I picked his left leg up
and ducked under it. His left leg was now to the right of my head and his
right leg was to my left. I was in between both of his ankles kneeling
before him as he looked down at me, drinking his beer and watching with
great interest.

I started back on the clean up process. I had already cleaned the top and
right side so now I lifted his heavy leather encased foot back up to my
face and repeated the process I went through on the other side. I started
at the heel and licked the side up to the top. Again I could smell musty
leather and grit quickly filled my mouth. I hated this sensation. The idea
of having dirt in my mouth was not appealing at all. I wanted to get this
over quickly. So I sped up the pace. I licked his heel clean too. Every
swallow of my now-muddy spit coated my tongue and teeth with grit. This was
so gross. His left cleat was now done. It actually looked not bad at
all. But I was damned if I was going to lick the soles. So I placed his
left foot back on the coffee table to my right and turned to face his right
foot. I picked it up and did the process all over again, licking the top
first and then moved on to the side and ended up licking the
heel. Swallowing dirt and grit the entire time. "I will be so glad when
this was over" I thought to myself.

In the mean time, Kristopher and Austin watched and laughed at me,
polishing off their second bottle. I was about to lift his right leg again
and duck under it when Austin said, "I think we need some more." He looked
down at me and turned his bottle over and a drop fell out. He was obviously
finished draining his second beer.

"You got it." I said with a feeling of disgust growing in my stomach. I did
not like how this was going. I was hoping that Austin would not want to
partake in this little show but it now looked like the beer was loosening
him up and he was starting to like the idea of a guy between his feet
licking his muddy cleats clean for him.

I reached over and got two more and opened them and replaced their empties
in their hands with two new full ones. I knew what was going to happen once
I finished cleaning Austin's cleats. My mouth was going to be cleaned out
and rinsed with their beer piss.

I picked up Austin's right foot and placed my head on the other side of
it. So now both of his feet were to my right as I faced him. Kristopher's
feet were to my left and his soles of his white leather Nikes were perched
on the edge of the coffee table. His knees were bent and he was leaning
back on the leather couch guzzling down his beer and had a huge grin on his
face. He was loving this.

I quickly finished off the right side of Austin's right cleat and my tongue
polished his heel ending this ordeal. I placed his cleats down on the
coffee table and Kristopher belched. Austin just laughed.

"So what do you think bro, wasn't it cool to get your cleats
tongue-polished? And he actually wanted to do it for you." Kristopher said.

"Yeah it was kinda weird at first. I couldn't believe he would actually
want to do it. But you were right. But what do I do if I am not happy with
the job?" He asked his brother, taking another gulp of beer.

"What do you mean?" Kristopher asked.

"Well the tops are awesome, but he never touched the soles. I am sure they
are the worst part. I don't think he really wanted to do it. If he really
did, I think he would have licked the spikes clean too." Austin explained.

"Yeah, what's up with that?" Krstopher demanded and he knocked the left
side of my head with his left foot.

"Umm, I was saving the best part for last." I quickly covered myself.

"Fuck!" I thought to myself, "I don't want to do this. They are so
nasty. The actual spikes are coated in mud. But if I can get through this I
will get my wallet back and I can just be done with this whole thing. I
have to do it."

I looked over at Austin's right foot. His Nike was fucking hot as hell, the
black leather was soft and pliable. The swoosh on it was sparkling white
now that I had cleaned it with my saliva and rubbed it with my tongue. But
damn the fucking soles were muddy as hell. I picked his foot up and I sat
down on the floor rather than kneel in front of him. My knees were getting
tired. His leg was bent at the knee and his foot was right in front of my
face and his spikes were pointing straight at my mouth. I opened my mouth
and stuck out my tongue. And again the all-too-familiar taste of mud was
placed back onto my palette. This time, instead of just grit getting into
my mouth, there were actual clumps of dirt. As they dropped onto my tongue,
they melted and thickly coated my tongue with grit. It was so nasty. I was
actually eating mud from the bottom of his cleat. And he was watching me in
disbelief. I wrapped the tip of my tongue around each spike and removed all
signs of contamination, all the while swallowing down the nasty shit.

"Holy fuck, he is doing it!" Austin exclaimed.

"Yep he sure is. This is awesome, isn't it?" Kristopher laughed and poured
some more beer into his greedy mouth. "But there is more to come I am
sure. You are gonna have fun bro, I promise you." Kristopher reached over
and punched him in the shoulder.

I finished his right cleat. It was completely clean. But before I could
pick up his left foot to continue my task, out came another demand.

"One more round as you finish up and then you can rinse your mouth out. I
am sure you will be begging us to get that nasty shit out of your mouth. I
mean they were really muddy. I can't imagine eating fucking mud. But you
actually did it. You must really like doing this kind of shit, huh?" Austin
asked me handing me his empty.

I collected it and Kristopher's and replaced them with new ones. I started
to pick up Austin's left cleat and place it in front of my face when
Kristopher slapped the side of my head again with his left foot.

"I think my little brother just asked you a question. You wanna answer it
for him, slave?" Kristopher said with a threatening tone in his voice.

"Ummm, I am sorry I was just so intent on getting you your beer and getting
your cleat clean that I didn't realize you wanted an answer." I lied.

In reality, I was not liking this at all. I wanted out and the only way I
knew to get this over with was to go along with it until I could get my
wallet back and then I will tell Austin the whole story about how
Kristopher was using my wallet as insurance that I did all of this. He will
know I am telling him the truth because as he said, he could not imagine
anyone wanting to do this shit.

"Are you kidding me? I love doing this shit. I want to do anything you ask
me to. Seeing you served and doing what you say makes me happy." I lied.

I picked up his left cleat and placed it up to my face and continued my
job. I wanted this over soon.

"Really? You will do anything I ask to make me happy? For real?" he asked.

I nodded my head and continued to lick.

"I told you bro." Kristopher added in taking another swig of his cold beer.

"Damn, you were right I guess. I couldn't believe you until I actually saw
it for myself. He actually likes to please us and will do whatever the fuck
we ask?" Austin asked rhetorically taking another swallow of his cold brew.

Even though he was not really waiting for Kristopher to answer him,
Kristopher replied anyway, "yep, and he has never turned down doing
anything I told him."

"Wow, well if he likes to do this and I kinda like seeing him do it and
have him do anything I want, then it is a win-win situation. I guess I
should make him happy too and tell him to do all kinds of shit for me." The
light seemed to go on for him.

"Holy shit!" I thought, "no this is not what I want! Not at all." But it
does not matter. As soon as I get my wallet, Austin will understand that I
was acting out all of this and was forced to do this and that I really did
not want this. Once he realizes that, I am sure he will understand what was
happening. I mean that only makes sense. Why the hell would I do this shit
for him and Kristopher unless I was being made to do it. Licking his
fucking muddy cleats was nasty. He has to realize that. At least I hoped he
would.

I started to lick faster. I hated this and I did not want it to last any
longer than it needed to. So I licked as fast as I could just to get it
over and done with. But that was a big mistake and I did not realize it
until I heard what Austin said next.

"Damn, he must really like that idea a lot. Look at him go to town. At
first I was feeling a little guilty letting you do this, I mean it's not
right to let you serve me and you don't get anything out of it but I can
now really see that you do. Now that I see how you like it and are really
into serving me, then hell yeah, I am going to use the hell out of
you. Fucking sweet!" He declared.

"Awww fuck!!!" I thought. Well he will understand soon. And then this will
be over for good.

I finished his cleat. They were both now spotless. But my mouth was full of
mud and grit. And the taste was just nasty. At least I was done with that
nasty shit.

An enormous belch erupted from Austin's mouth and it was followed by a
chuckle. "That felt good. But I need to piss now." Austin informed us. "So
since you want to serve me and you like doing anything I tell you, I want
you to drink my piss now. You ok with that?" Austin asked testing the
waters.

"I told you he is, you would not believe what he did for me. Drinking my
piss was just the tip of the iceberg."  Kristopher explained to Austin.

"What do you mean bro? What has he done for you? What did you ask him to
do?" Austin wanted to know.

"Well, let him drain your recycled beer and then I will show you so you can
see for yourself." Kristopher suggested.

"Ok, sounds cool." Austin quickly agreed.

He reached down and placed his thumb behind the elastic band on his soccer
shorts and started to pull them down.

"Dude, don't fucking do that. He wants to serve you. Let him do that for
you. You are depriving him of his pleasure. Right, faggot?" Kristopher
halted him and glared at me.

"Yeah, Austin. Would you please let me take your cock out for you so I can
drink your piss? You have no idea how much I want to do that. I really want
to please you and anything I can do to keep you from lifting a finger would
be awesome." I was not telling the truth. Actually it was partially true. I
did want to take his cock out. I wanted to get a look at it. But I did not
really want to drink his piss. But in order to get my wallet, I needed to
play along like I did.

"Damn, I keep forgetting that you wanted this. I am gonna have to get used
to not having to do anything. But fuck, that's what a servant is for. So
get at it then because I need to go now." Austin demanded.

As instructed, I leaned in to his crotch and put my fingers behind his
elastic band that ran along the top of his soccer shorts and pulled it
gently down.  He lifted his ass up off the couch and brought his ass
forward to the edge of the couch and as he did so I shuffled his shorts
down below his ass, revealing his jock strap behind them. There was quite a
big bulge being restrained behind it. He obviously was very well endowed. I
actually was looking forward to seeing this. I did not have to be
Kristopher's slave to be encouraged to do this. I reached up and grabbed
the top of his jock strap and pulled that down as well. And as I did so, I
was amazed at the sight it revealed. He had a monster cock. And when I say
monster cock, I mean a MONSTER cock. I would have to say that it was
already eight inches as it hung down there. It was not even erect and he
was the size of a horse. I could only imagine what it would look like when
he was rock hard and his prick was enlarged and gorged with blood. The head
of his python was enormous. It was a mushroom head and about the size of a
kiwi. I was not sure I would be able to get it into my mouth. But I had no
choice in the matter. He wanted me to allow him to empty his bladder into
my mouth and if I wanted my wallet back, I had to let him do it. So I
opened my mouth as wide as I could and I wrapped my lips around his cock
head. The top just barely fit in. He gasped as his tip slipped between my
lips. With his cock planted in my mouth, I looked up at him waiting for the
worst.

"I hope you are ready, because here it comes." He warned me.

And no sooner were the words out of his mouth than I was jolted with a
stream of hot piss. I had piss in my mouth before, thanks to this stud's
older brother and I knew what it was going to taste like. When I first
drank it, the taste disgusted me. But after doing it a few times, I did not
find it as repulsive as I did at first. Austin's fluid was salty and bitter
and very warm. It was pumped into my mouth at a high rate. I immediately
started swallowing. It was very difficult to swallow because his cock head
was taking up room and not allowing my mouth to close as I tried to
swallow. But I managed to gulp down mouthful after mouthful.

"Holy fuck, that feels so good, mother fucker!" He exclaimed. "Ahhhh,
nothing like letting it go and relieving the pressure. Ooohhhhh yeah, baby,
fucking sweet. I like this. I like it a lot."

He closed his eyes and sighed deeply. After about forty-five seconds his
flow ebbed and slowed down to a trickle. I was glad of that. Not because of
the taste, but because the constant flow was hard to keep up
with. Eventually is stopped.

"Fucking wow! That was the most! I never had any idea that would feel so
good. Man, you are going to be my urinal from here on out. I don't think I
ever want to use a toilet ever again. Especially since I know you like
this. I fucking love it too. I can't wait to have to piss again. Your lips
wrapped around my cock was the awesomest feeling in the world. Get me
another beer. I want to do this again." Austin told me.

"Bro, you just tasted the cake. Let me show you the icing on it."
Kristopher directed his comment to Austin and then looked at me and
continued, "While you are getting his beer, get me one too and then you can
drink some recycled beer from me too."

I pulled back from Austin's crotch and opened the cooler and grabbed two
more cold ones. I opened them and exchanged the new for the old once
again. Then I worked my way in between Kristopher's legs. He spread them to
accommodate my body taking its place in order to empty his bladder.

"Ok, so now you know you can use this faggot for anything you want. But
what you want to do is make it entertaining as well. Make him struggle to
serve you. You will get a head rush from it. Trust me, I tried it and it is
much better like this." Kristopher explained to his younger sibling. And
then he directed his attention towards me. "Ok bitch, you know the
drill. No hands. Get on it."

That bastard! Why was he showing Austin this kind of humiliation? I had no
choice. No hands it was. I placed my face into Kristopher's abdomen. I
opened my mouth and bit the top of his jeans and pulled on them. They
slipped from between my teeth. Opening the button on his jeans proves to be
very difficult because the material is so thick and not so pliant. But
after a few tries I was able to manage it. I placed my face into the
opening and bit the zipper tab and pulled on it. That was just as difficult
to get to open as well but eventually I managed to pull down his zipper and
reveal a bulging package behind it. His package was encased in white cotton
boxer-briefs. I grabbed the elastic band between my teeth and pulled on
them. I moved my face down his crotch and his boxer-briefs followed. My
nose rubbed against his cock and I freed it. It must have felt good to him
because he sighed as I did it. After I got the top of his underwear below
his low-hanging balls, I let them go. His manhood was now fully exposed and
his balls were thrust forward with the elastic band from his underwear and
his prick draped over them and hung down pointing the way to the floor.

"I hope you haven't quenched your thirst yet because you have some more
beer to drink." Kristopher stated.

I opened my mouth and took his cock head into my mouth and without warning
my mouth began to fill with his salty fluid. Again I was getting used to
the taste and it really was not that bad after all. It was just the
quantity that bothered me. I really had to work at keeping up with the
volume his hose was pumping out. Obviously his bladder was bigger than
Austin's because it took longer for him to empty himself into my gullet
than did Austin. And finally I got a break. His flow stopped. I was
done. Thank goodness. I was full. I would need to piss myself after this.

"Awww fuck yeah. That feels just too good. Just kick back and let it
go. But the best thing was watching him try like hell to get my pants and
underwear undone without using his hands. Hehehe yeah that was cool to
watch." Kristopher chuckled.

"Yeah it was kinda neat." Austin agreed.

"Yeah now watch this." Kristopher told Austin.

"Ok bitch, now lick my Nikes like you did for Austin. Unfortunately you
won't enjoy it as much as you did for Austin because mine are not muddy. In
fact they are pretty clean. But if you do a real good job even though it
won't be as good as licking muddy cleats, I will reward you afterwards with
something that might equal it." Kristopher told me.

I did as I was told. And he was right. They were no where near as nasty as
Austin's cleats. In fact I did not mind licking his Nikes at all I even
kind of liked it. They were tasteless and smooth. My tongue passed over the
white leather quite easily and soon they were glossy and wet with my
saliva. I did a quick job to both of them and was soon done.

"Ok, now for your reward, bitch." Kristopher continued and glanced over at
Austin.

"Watching him struggle to pull down my underwear without using his hands
was cool, but this is even better. Watch this." Kristopher told Austin.

"Ok, slave. Take my Nikes off. And again, you are not to use your hands at
all." Kristopher grinned.

"How the hell is he supposed to do that?" Austin asked amazed.

"Just watch, he can do it." Kristopher assured him.


I did as I was told and bent my head over and bit Kristopher's shoelace and
pulled. The main knot came untied very easily. Then I bit where the laces
crossed over and under each other and worked them back and forth with my
lips, teeth and tongue. I managed to untie his left one quite
easily. Loosening the laces from the eyelets was not as easy though. I had
to bite each lace individually repeatedly and work them apart. I got them
as loose as I could. "That should be enough" I thought to myself. And then
I lifted Kristopher's left ankle and ducked under it. My head was now
between his ankles. He looked down at me. He was getting turned on by this
because his cock was growing. I turned my head to the left and started
working on his right Nike. And soon they were both as loose as I could make
them. I knew what was coming next because there was no way I could pull his
Nikes off with my mouth unless I lay on the floor and let him place his
heel in my mouth between my teeth and let him pull his foot out while I bit
on the thick rubber sole.

"I need to move the coffee table Master so I can lay down in front of you
for you to use my face as a boot-pull." I explained.

"Get it done then." Kristopher barked as he pulled his feet from the coffee
table and placed them on the floor.

Austin followed suit.

I pushed the coffee table back to make room for me to lie on the floor in
front of him with my head between his feet and facing up at him. He placed
the heel of his right Nike firmly in my mouth and I clamped down on the
sole with my teeth. He pulled. It slipped out of my mouth.

"Come on, you gotta do better than that fucker!" He barked.

Once again his Nike was forced between my teeth. And this time I bit it as
hard as I could. And finally his foot slipped out and his Nike dropped
behind my head as the gripped was released. But it was quickly replaced
with his left one. And I bit his heel as hard as I could. This one came off
without and problems. I opened my mouth and his Nike fell to the floor to
the left of my head. I started to roll over so I could get up and I was
suddenly halted.

"You are not done yet bitch. You get your reward now. Stay down there. You
are about to get to eat your cake." Kristopher said.

I stayed there looking up between his legs when he lifted his sweaty feet
up off the floor and planted them on my face. They were moist with his
sweat and very warm. He started to mop my face with them. As his sweaty
foot moved, it left behind a wet spot that felt cool as the air hit it.

"How do you like that, bitch? A pretty good treat ain't it?" Kristopher
asked and let out a laugh. "Why don't you take a big whiff of those fuckers
and tell Austin how much you like the smell of them."

I inhaled deeply through my nose and the smell permeated my sinuses. It was
musty and smelled like leather mixed with sweat. It was intoxicating. I
actually did not mind that at all. It was not putrid like his socks were
last night. Obviously these pair of socks were a fresher pair than the ones
I had to suck clean last night.

"They smell great, Master. It is a real pleasure getting to smell your
feet. I like it a lot." I said but the sound was kinda muffled because his
feet were covering my nose and mouth.

"Unbelievable. He likes smelling funky foot stench too?" Austin
exclaimed. "Damn then he really will be in for a treat because I am going
to let him smell mine right out of my cleats. Those fuckers will
reek. After I play a sweaty game I cannot stand to take them off because
they are so rank. I have to leave them outside overnight."

Kristopher rubbed my feet for a few more minutes and then he blurted out,
"Ok cunt, now it is time for the icing on the cake. Take my socks off with
your teeth because you get to taste what made my socks smell too."

"You are gonna make him suck on your socks too, bro?" Austin asked

"Nope, even better," Kristopher corrected his brother.

I rolled over on my stomach and got up on my knees and then brought my head
down to his feet and bit his socks and pulled on the elastic around his
ankles. They were white cotton ankle sox. It was not too hard to get them
to come off over his ankle. After I removed the first one, I managed to
take off his second one without too much trouble either.

"Ok, here is the best part of your reward. You get to lick my feet clean
from my sweat and suck my toes and lick out the toe jam from between my
toes and eat that too. That should be really nice for you. Don't ya think?"
Kristopher asked.

"Dude, don't you think that is kinda gross? I mean, that has to be pretty
raunchy." Austin stated.

"Nonsense, he will love it. Won't you? Tell Austin how you really want to
do it." Kristopher demanded.

"Are you kidding me Austin? I would love it beyond belief. I won't be able
to get enough of it." I lied to him making sure that I would be able to get
my wallet back. "When I get done with your brother's feet, can I do yours
too? I bet soccer sweat will taste even better than his."

"Your fucked up man. But hell yeah, be my guest. I need to have my feet
washed anyway and I bet it will feel good to have them massaged by your
tongue after playing hard like I did today. Fuck yeah, I think you should
do it. Yeah you should." Austin thought out loud.

"Damn," I thought to myself. Kristopher had better give me my wallet back
after making me do this shit in front of his brother and for his brother
too.

"Didn't I tell you dude? And yeah he should do that for you, you are
right." Kristopher chimed in.

I sat on the floor between Kristopher's feet, facing his crotch. I picked
up his right foot and leaned my face in towards it. I stuck my tongue out
and commenced licking it. It smelled stronger than his sweaty sock and it
was very salty. I started rubbing my tongue round his heel making sure I
got it covered in saliva. I worked my way up his sole. Coating the bottom
of his foot in spit. The taste was salty and kinda vinegary. As I got
towards the base of his toes, the flavor intensified. It became stronger
and more acidic. He started wiggling his toes they brushed against my nose.

"Take a whiff of those bad boys and then lick in between them." Kristopher
suggested as he pressed his toes against my face.

I breathed in and the aroma was very strong. I stuck my tongue in between
his toes and he moaned and fanned them out allowing me access.

"Damn dude, that feels fucking awesome. Austin, bro wait 'til you try this
shit. The feeling is amazing. Kinda makes me hard when I feel his tongue
squirm between my toes." Kristopher told his brother.

"Well hurry up then slave, I want to try it too." Austin commanded.

He was getting in to this. And I did not like that at all. Kristopher was
influencing his thinking and showing him things he could make me do. He was
putting ideas into his younger sibling's head. Ideas that had no business
being there. But I could not stop him from suggesting these things to him
if I wanted my wallet back. So I just had to play this out to the end and
let Kristopher corrupt him.

"Of course, you will be next." I said pausing Kristopher's tongue-bath long
enough get the words out.

After placing my tongue between each of his toes and cleaning out the
residue I found there, I started sucking on his toes one by one. Kristopher
leaned his head back, closed his eyes and let out a quiet moan. It was time
for his other foot. I placed his right foot on the floor and picked up his
left foot. I repeated the same thing with his left foot that I did with his
right foot and Kristopher's cock started to come awake. It was no longer
pointing down to the floor, but was instead becoming stiff and starting to
stick out.

"Oh my god, bro! You are really getting off on this aren't you?" Austin
noticed his cock getting hard.

"You bet. I could have this done all day, bro." Kristopher admitted freely.

"Yeah, well it's my turn now, you had it long enough. I want to try it."
Austin demanded with a note of excitement in his voice.

"Keep your shirt on, I don't think he is done yet." Kristopher chastised
him.

As that statement came out of his mouth, I just finished licking between
his toes and started sucking his toes and in about half a minute I had
completed his nasty task and was then available to start my next one that,
thanks to Kristopher, was placed in front of me.

"Yeah, he's done. And it's my turn. I want to see what the commotion was
that you had over this." Declared Austin. "Alright then slave, come over
here and do me now. But I don't want to wait for you to untie my cleats
with your teeth. Just go ahead and use your hands." He instructed me.

I placed Kristopher's foot down and turned my attention to
Austin. Kristopher had reached down and was stroking his ever-growing
cock. And just as Austin told me, I untied his Nike cleats. I pulled the
laces and loosened them.

"Ok, pull them off and I want a foot rub. But I want to see if you really
can take the smell, so as you rub my one foot with your hands I am gonna
stick my other one in your face and I wanna see you smell it. Because I
don't think you will be able to withstand it. Those fuckers are rank and
nasty." Austin let me know.

I pulled his right cleat off and sure as hell, it was quite odiferous. The
smell was putrid. It so much reminded me of the smell of Kristopher's month
old socks last night. Except these were not worn for a month. I placed his
right foot in my lap and reached over and picked up his left foot. I pulled
that one off as well, exposing us to the toxic vapors. While I had his left
foot in my hands, I began to rub it. It was sweaty as hell. My hand was
actually becoming wet from it. And then he placed his right foot over my
mouth and under my nose and I about gagged. He began wiggling his toes and
rubbing them under my nose. I rubbed his foot firmly between my thumbs and
fingers and he let out a sigh.

"Oh fuck yeah, that does feel great, bro. My feet are killing me. And I
know they reek too because I can smell them from up here." Austin looked
down at me. "Why don't you take a deep breathe through your nose and tell
me what you think. You should have a better opportunity to judge than I
do."

This is so disgusting. I continued to massage his foot and I just looked up
at him in disbelief. I took a deep breath and it was all I could do to keep
from gagging.

"Well, what do you think? Do you want to stop? Is it too much? I know I
can't stand it." Austin prodded.

"I don't think he has any problem with it bud, he wants to do stuff like
this. It is a privilege for him, I mean who is gonna let him do shit like
this without them thinking he is fucking messed up? Right, slave? You want
to do this, right?" Kristopher asked playing with his cock head.

I looked over at him and said nothing. Kristopher waited about ten seconds
and realized I was getting squeamish so he mouthed the word "wallet" to me
and I got the point.

"Yes Master, I want to do this." I lied thinking soon I would be out of
here and on my way home with my wallet and never have to do this ever
again.

"Well then, shit. Act like you do. You should be thanking us for letting
you do this. I mean who else will be kind enough to let you do fucked up
shit like this? So go ahead, thank us both. I mean you can let loose. It's
ok to let your desires go. Don't be afraid to show us that you really want
to do this and tell us how bad you want it. I mean you can even beg us to
do this and even more. We won't mind. Will we Austin?" Kristopher grinned
as he saw the look on my face.

I was about to shit a brick. Not only was this fucker making me do this
shit, but he was going to make me beg him to do it and to beg his brother
too. That fucker!

"Hell no, not at all. In fact I think it is kinda cool. I want to see a guy
get into my raunch. It kinda makes me feel superior in a way and, I don't
know, more like a man. I mean to see you grovel and beg me to lick my
sweat. Kristopher is right, it is a turn on. So go ahead and beg me to let
you do it. I want to hear it." Austin suggested.

"Yeah go ahead and beg him to let him allow you to lick his sweat from his
body." Kristopher reaffirmed.

"Fuck!!!" I thought to myself.

"Austin, you have no idea how bad I want to taste your sweat and grovel
before you because you are such a man. You are superior to me and I am
lucky to get to lick your sweaty feet. You taste so good. I would do
anything just to taste it." I was getting sick. This shit was piling up
higher than the horse's saddle.

"It's ok slave. I get you. And I have no problem letting you do it. You can
relax I won't think your fucked up. You just want to acknowledge that a guy
is superior to you and you want to do anything you can to please him and
let him know how much you admire him. I can understand that. And you should
feel that way about me. I mean after all I am a soccer stud and everyone
wants to be around me. You want it so bad you even want to lick my
sweat. It's ok, I am telling you, you can. So go ahead, switch to my other
foot and I want you to lick my soccer sock while you are rubbing my other
foot. Fuck, suck the sweat out of it even." Austin instructed.

"You fucking bastard!" I thought.

He swapped the positions of his feet and I started rubbing his right
foot. He actually shoved his sock-clad foot into my mouth and made me suck
on it. The taste was awful. It was extremely salty to say the least. And
almost bitter. He was wiggling his toes against my tongue and it was
smearing his sweat onto my taste buds. I was tasting his nasty foot funk.

"So, since you want to taste my sweat so much, I think I will have you get
as much of it as you can. I know you will like it. I played rough today and
I need to be cleaned up. What better way than to have you lick me
clean. You will get to lick my sweat and I will get cleaned off. So go
ahead and pull my socks off and start licking my feet first. You can lick
them clean and lick in between my toes like you did for Kristopher and suck
my toes too. I want to see why he got hard when you did that. And then you
can lick the rest of me clean too." He offered.

"This is going to be so nasty," I was thinking to myself.

I pulled his sweat-soaked socks off and threw them on the floor. And then I
began to lick his foot. If I thought Kristopher's were bad, then these were
ten times worse. It was like someone dumped a salt shaker on my
tongue. They were very strong and funky. The smell was too much. I tried to
not breathe through my nose whenever I could. I licked them as fast as I
could because I could not stand it. And once again Austin took this to mean
that I was enjoying it. And that just encouraged him to have me do it all
the more. After I finished his sole, I started between his toes. And his
eyes closed. He enjoyed it as much as Kristopher did.

"Holy fuck, bro. You are so right. This is the awesomest feeling in the
world. Damn, dude don't stop doing that." Austin said as he rubbed his
nipples through his jersey.

I did as he told me to do and as I pushed my tongue in between his toes I
saw his cock start to grow just like Kristopher's did.

"Didn't I tell you that you would like that, bro?" Kristopher asked his
sibling as he smacked him on the shoulder.

"I had no fucking idea how great that would feel." Admitted Austin licking
his lips.

"Do my other foot now slave," he said.

And I obeyed. His cock was starting to stand up. He was truly a stud. He
had a cock like a stick of pepperoni. And it was not even fully hard
yet. But as I worked on his toes with my tongue I saw it getting harder. It
was incredible.

"Ok bro, enough of that. Let him lick your body clean from all the sweat
from your game because I want to show you what he is truly best for as soon
as he cleans you up. You think this feels good? You just wait because I am
telling you, your are going to think you died and went to heaven. Or at
least your cock will. Hehehe." Kristopher rushed him along.

And I knew why. I looked over at him and he was at full mast. Hard and
waiting to use his prick. No wonder he wanted the foot job over and done
with. That was just an appetizer as far as he was concerned.

"Damn, just as I was getting into this!" Austin interjected with
disappointment. "Ok, go ahead and get me cleaned of. Lick me all over."

He dropped his feet to the floor and stood up.

"Take my jersey off, slave!" He barked out.

I stood up next to him and he raised his arms. I peeled his jersey upwards
and pulled it up over his head. The sweat was dried on it and crusty. No
sooner had I removed his shirt than I was met with a cloud of body odor. It
smelled like yellow onions. He obviously wasn't kidding. He did smell. I
looked at his chest and he had just a sparse collection of chest hair
decorating the midpoint between his pecs. It spilled into a thin line that
worked down his stomach circled his navel and continued to meet the bush
that hung above his package. Which by the way was pointing perpendicular to
his hard 6-pack just above it.  What a sight! He didn't put his arms down
though.

"Since I already have them up, you may as well start with my pits." He
suggested.

"Fuck yeah, lick them clean." Agreed Kristopher.

And then the taste hit my tongue again. It was just as salty as his feet
but now the odor that accompanied it was body odor. My god, how can they be
making me do this? I was reduced to a groveling slave and good for nothing
but cleaning a stud's armpits. I did not care what Austin thought. I wanted
this to be over with as fast as humanly possible. So I dove into it and
licked faster than ever. I covered his entire pit and then moved over to
his other one. Within just a few minutes I had licked them both clean.

"And now my chest and stomach. No, wait! Do my back first!" He directed.

He turned around and clasped his hands over his head and stretched
backwards and then straightened back up and let his arms drop and then
reached out with his right hand and grabbed onto his manhood and started
fondling it. I started to comply with his wish and cleaned his back with my
tongue. At just as I expected, it was just as salty as his pits were. And
again I made haste in cleaning this stud's body knowing that I had his
other side yet to go.

"I have never had anyone lick me like this before. It kinda tickles but at
the same time it runs shivers up my spine. I like it a lot. I can get used
to this. I would love to come home after practice every day and get my body
sponged off by your tongue there, slave" He thought out loud.

"Fat chance!" was heard running inside my head. "As soon as I get my
wallet, you will never see me again. If you want your body licked you can
go see your fucking brother. It was his idea to get you into this in the
first place. Let him find you some other fucker to do it. I am not going
to."

I covered every inch of his muscular back. He was gleaming.

"And now for the front." Austin put in.

"And hurry the fuck up, bitch. Because I am ready for the next phase."
Kristopher added.

I was more than happy to comply. I did not want to let this last any longer
than it had to. But what was he planning for the "next phase"? I almost
shuddered to think.

I quickly navigated my tongue across his mildly hairy frontier. The texture
that I felt as my tongue ran across his hair that probably just started
growing there within the last few years took a little getting used to. How
the hell did cats or dogs lick themselves and not mind the feel of hair
brushing against their tongues was beyond me.

As I worked my way down Austin's chest, across his well-formed pecs and
over his hard abs, his cock kept brushing up against me. And as I
approached his navel with my tongue, he rubbed his cock against the side of
my neck with is right hand.

"This feels pretty good, man. Let me do this for a minute." Austin
suggested.

"You won't need to do that. Just wait 'til you see what is gonna happen
next." Kristopher told him.

"Why, this feels great right now. What could feel better than this?" Austin
wanted to know.

"I will show you. Don't forget that he is here to meet all of our
needs. ALL of them. And it looks like you are going to need his services
real soon by the way you keep jerking that thing of yours." Kristopher
noted.

"What do you mean?" Asked his brother.

"Just watch." Kristopher told him. "Ok, pull his shorts down bitch, take
his jock off and then get over here and strip me too! Bro, after he does,
have a seat, sit back and relax. You are going to fucking love what comes
next." Kristopher updated him.

I grabbed Austin's shorts in my teeth, knowing better than to use my
hands. They were pushed down just below his balls and encircled his upper
thighs. I tugged on them lightly and they slipped right down. I did the
same thing to his jock. It was salty just like the rest of his body
was. But it smelled like almost like rotten fish. It either hadn't been
washed in a while or he was just very dirty down there. He stepped out of
them as they fell to the floor and he sat down on the couch and leaned
back.

I then made my way back over to Kristopher and used my teeth to get him
undressed as well. His jeans dropped easily since his zipper had previously
been undone when he used me like a urinal. His boxer-briefs followed his
legs down to the floor to meet the pile that his jeans ended up in. He also
stepped out of his clothes and also sat down on the couch next to his
brother.

"I am about to show you what you can use this bitch for." Kristopher told
his brother.

"Jerking off feels great when you blow your load, but it takes a lot of
work. You have a slave here that can do that for you. But what you may not
know yet is that blowing your load into a hot mouth far surpasses shooting
your jizz on your stomach." He explained. "Have you ever had a blow job
before?" Kristopher asked his brother.

"No, never. I wanted my girlfriend to do it once but she got all weirded
out by it and refused to do it. So I never had a chance." Confessed Austin.

"Well you are about to have your first one then." Kristopher declared.

"Wait a minute. I am not about to have a guy blow me. That just gay."
Austin refuted.

"Bro, listen to me carefully. It is not gay. This slave here already told
you that he wants to please you in any way he can. He is dedicated to
making you happy and it makes him feel good to do it. You would be doing
him a favor if you let him suck your cock and get you to dump your cum in
his mouth. All you are doing is letting him do all the work for you like a
slave should do. You are just getting your rocks off, nothing else. What
difference does it make if you were to lie in bed and jerked off or if you
were to sit back there and let a mouth suck the cum right out of your
balls? Either way, you would be just cumming, nothing more." Kristopher
explained.

"Yeah but he is not a girl." Austin protested.

"So the fuck what? A mouth is a mouth. If it would make you feel better,
you can close your eyes and think about your girlfriend. The one who
refuses to do this for you. Why the hell would you not want to take
advantage of a service being offered to you with no strings attached? It is
not like you are going to have to get down on your knees and blow him
back. He is just a piece of shit here to do anything you tell him to
do. Why not tell him to open his mouth and take your cum in it. Trust me,
you will not believe how great it feels. You think jerking off feels good?
Wait until you just sit back and relax and let someone get you hard and
work your cock for you. And to top it off, you don't have to worry about
getting your jizz all over anywhere and having to clean it up. He will
swallow it. No fuss, no muss. He is here to do it for you. Let him do it."
Kristopher tried to get him to see reason.

"I don't know. It just seems weird having a guy suck my cock. It's just not
right." Austin complained.

"Look, you did not think it was right that he wanted to lick your cleats or
drink your piss or lick your sweaty feet or your nasty, sweaty pits. But
after he did it you actually enjoyed it, right?" Kristopher explained.

"Yeah I guess. I just needed to see you do it first and see him actually
want to do it. Once I saw he wanted it, it was no big deal. But this is
different. This is having sex with a guy." Austin continued.

"No, dude. It is no different. You are not having sex with him in your
mind. You will be thinking about your girlfriend blowing you, right?"
Kristopher prodded.

"Yeah. I guess so." Admitted Austin.

"And you are not going to feel bad or sorry after you cum in this slave's
mouth and ask him to let you blow him to return the favor are you?"
Kristopher continued.

"Fuck no!" Interjected Austin.

"Then I fail to see the problem. Look, you already had your cock in his
mouth when you pissed down his throat didn't you." He asked making a valid
point.

"Yeah, but he wanted to drink my piss." Austin clarified.

"And now he wants to drink your cum. There is no difference. You are just
using him to service you whether it is taking your piss down his throat or
your cum. Either way, you are just using him. So instead of jerking off by
yourself, you are telling him to catch your cum in his mouth. You are still
thinking of having sex with your girlfriend when you shoot, right?"
Kristopher prodded.

"Hell yeah I am." Austin defended himself.

"Then there is no problem. Unless..." Kristopher trailed off.

"Unless what?" Austin demanded to know.

"Unless you really are thinking about this faggot slave in order to get off
and shoot your spunk." Kristopher inferred.

"Fuck no. I am straight. It's just that I need to get used to the idea of a
guy blowing me." Austin explained.

"Don't think of him as a guy. Think of him as your slave, your servant,
your piece of property. Something that you use to clean up your jizz after
you cum. Do you feel uncomfortable about using a towel to wipe up your cum
after it shoots across your stomach and chest?" Kristopher wanted to know.

"No, that's stupid, why would I?" Austin stated.

"Well then what would be the difference if you jerked off, you shot your
load on yourself and instead of you wiping it off with a towel, you told
your slave to wipe it off with the towel for you so you did not have to do
it." Kristopher was obviously going somewhere with this.

"There is none. Why would I care whether he wiped it off or I did." Austin
admitted.

"Exactly. Now suppose instead of your slave using the towel to wipe off
your cum, you told him to use his tongue instead." Kristopher continued.

"Well, what the fuck do I care what he used to clean off my cum as long as
he did it. In fact it would kinda be cool to see him lick it off me."
Austin thought.

"Right. So there would be no problem with your servant, your slave, your
property cleaning up after your jerk off session with his tongue and you
get to watch him swallow your load. Would that be ok?" Kristopher asked
innocently.

"Yeah, well since you put it that way I guess there is nothing weird or gay
about that." Austin started to see where Kristopher was coming from.

"Ok, then how much better would it be if your piece-of-shit slave did his
job but was proactive and instead of licking it off you, he actually let
you shoot it in his mouth and caught it right as you shot your load?"
Kristopher threw out the idea.

"Well it wouldn't make any difference if I came on my chest or shot into
his mouth." Admitted Austin.

"Ok then, follow me on this. If it is ok that he has his mouth there
waiting for you to shoot into it, why not let him put your cock in his
mouth? You already had it there once today and it was not 'gay', put it
there again only this time put it there when you are about to shoot."
Kristopher suggested.

"Right, right. I guess I can do that." Austin thought out loud.

"Ok so since that is cool, then why not let him put it there early and
actually rub your cock with his tongue to help you jerk off?" Kristopher
put the idea into his head.

It was amazing how this fucker reasoned and was able to manipulate his
little brother into doing something he was not sure about.

Austin thought about it for a second and then asked, "So you did this with
him already? You had him actually suck your cock and you came in his
mouth?"

"Hell yeah! And I am telling you it is the best feeling in the world. Even
better than having him lick your feet and suck your toes. You just lay back
and relax and think about your girlfriend's pussy and he strokes your cock
for you. You don't have to lift a finger. Only instead of him stroking your
meat with his hand, he uses his tongue. And then when you shoot, you don't
have to do anything to clean up. It is perfect. It's like having a machine
to get you off whenever and wherever you want. No fuss, no muss."
Kristopher assured him.

"Well ok then, I'll try it I guess. But I want to see you do it first."
Austin conceded.

"Oh I was planning on it." Kristopher emphatically told him.

What the fuck just happened? Kristopher got Austin to change his mind from
actually keeping me from serving him and sucking his cock to making me do
it whenever and wherever he wanted. How the hell could this guy do shit
like that? It was the same with me. He took a simple bet that I made when I
was attracted to him and turned it into me serving him and doing twisted
stuff and then he made sure I could not back out of it. And then he
guaranteed that I would obey him whenever he told me to do something no
matter what it was by threatening me with withholding wallet. This was just
fucked up. You could not trust this fucker. And then he took something that
Austin was obviously against and he made it look all innocent and enticing
and so now Austin not only wants to do it, but he will get used to it and
actually demand it. I cannot wait to get the hell out of here and tell them
both to fuck off.

"So let's get started," Kristopher directed. "You sit there and relax. I am
going to stand here in front of you and have this slave open his mouth and
massage my prick with his tongue. He will get me hard and I don't have to
do a thing. I just let him do all the work. That is what a slave is for."
Kristopher explained.

"Ok, sounds good. Let me see you do it." Austin gave in.

Kristopher looked over at me, snapped his fingers and pointed down to his
cock. "I need to be serviced." He instructed.

Following my cue, I shuffled my way over to him. He towered over me and
looked down at me. A grin spread across his face. He had me right where he
wanted me and he knew it. He was recruiting another person to dominate me
and use me. He probably got off on watching someone being used and wanted
to involve someone else with it to make it more interesting for him. That
fucker!

"Well?" Kristopher glared.

This will be over soon. Once he cums, he will no longer be horny and I will
get my wallet back and I will be out of here. So let's just get this over
with. I will blow him and I am sure he will make me blow Austin. They will
be satisfied and I can then go free and not have to put up with this
bullshit ever again. What's a couple of loads of cum in my mouth compared
to what they already put there today?

I opened my mouth and took his meat in. It was still semi hard. But I was
sure it would not be for long. Soon it would grow to its full size and I
will have a hard time trying to manage getting it in my mouth. I already
knew that his pole would not fit all the way in my mouth when he was fully
erect. He had to jerk off with two hands to cover his cock. So I did the
best I could and took as much of his manhood into my mouth as I could. And
I started rubbing my tongue on his cock head inside my mouth. This pushed
him over the edge.

"Oh fuck!!! Damn this feels so good, bro. You have no idea how much better
this is than jerking off by yourself. Let this piece of shit serve you and
you just relax and enjoy it. Oh fuck yeah!!! Uhhh, take my cock
bitch. Yeah, massage my cock with your tongue, cunt. Make me happy
bitch. Do what I tell you!" Kristopher let out.

Kristopher's cock was now rock hard. And he was indeed enjoying it. Austin
sat there and watched and after a few minutes he must have thought that
this was indeed harmless and innocent because he wanted to try it now.

"Hey, you gonna let me try that?" Austin interrupted him.

"Are you ready for it?" Kristopher asked looking over at him with a grin
knowing that he was about to get him hooked.

"Yeah, I am." Austin stated.

"Ok bitch, it's his turn. You better do him right too!" Kristopher
demanded. "But first, let's get this set up. Because while you are serving
my brother I am gonna have some fun too."

He stepped back from me and pulled his cock out of my mouth and as he did,
a string of spit stretched from the tip of his cock head to my bottom lip
and as he pulled away, it stretched until it finally split and
disappeared. Krisopher bent over and grabbed the coffee table and started
moving it back toward the couch.

"Bro, lift your legs up for a second." Kristopher instructed him.

Austin complied and lifted his knees and pulled his feet up onto the
couch. Kristopher shoved the coffee table right up against the edge of the
couch so that it ran parallel to the couch and he left no space between the
couch and coffee table. Then he took some pillows that were piled up on the
end of the couch and placed them on top of the coffee table in front of
Austin.

"Ok bro, sit back and relax. Place your feet up on the coffee table and let
your slave do the rest. You are going to enjoy the hell out of this."
Kristopher informed him.

Austin placed his legs on the pillows that were placed neatly before him
and they spanned the coffee table. If you were to look at him you would
think of a dentist's chair. He was leaned back against the couch reclining
comfortably with his legs stuck out straight in front of him propped up by
the pillows that were on top of the coffee table. His feet extended over
the opposite edge of the coffee table by about six inches.

"Now slave it's time to give Austin his reward for playing hard today and
winning the game." Kristopher directed me. "Strip naked and get on the
coffee table in front of him and let him just enjoy the services you have
to offer a stud like him. And show him how impressed you are with him and
how you want to please him. Give him what he is deserving of and that is,
your service and worship."

I reviewed the scenario Kristopher set up here. In order for me to take
Austin's monstrous cock in my mouth I would have to get in between his legs
and lay on my stomach on top of the coffee table. If I did that then my
waist would be hanging over the edge of the coffee table forcing me to bend
over the table. I would be on my knees, bent over the edge, draped across
the table on my stomach and my face in Austin's crotch. It was a weird
position to get into and I do not know why Kristopher orchestrated it this
way. It would be much easier for me to just get on my knees in front of him
and blow him between his legs while he sat on the couch. But I could not do
that now with the table in front of him. I had to lie on the table and bend
over it to blow him.

So I did as Kristopher told me to do. I got undressed and dropped my
clothes in a pile by the coffee table, went over to the table and started
to lie down on it and as I did, Austin spread his legs allowing me access
between his legs. I was glad that Kristopher placed the pillows there. If I
had to lie on the hard coffee table, I would no doubt get sore and stiff
after a while. I bent at my waist and knelt on the floor. My face was
inches away from Austin's crotch and his manly smell wafted up to my
nostrils. His privates were still sweaty from the game. He never told me to
lick that part of him clean (thank god!). I placed my forearms on either
side of his hips and propped myself up there over his crotch. And just
stayed there contemplating what was about to happen. Austin was about to
get his first blowjob. And fortunately for me I was going to get my wallet
back in a few minutes and it will be his last blowjob from me, ever.

"Well get to it. He is not going to cum by himself. You need to work his
cock for him." Kristopher commanded me.

I did as he asked and opened my mouth as wide as I could. Austin's cock was
just as big as Kristopher's if not bigger. The funny thing is, Kristopher
was Austin's older brother but yet I think Austin was actually bigger than
him. How ironic. Kristopher was the biggest prick I ever met and yet his
younger brother had a bigger prick than he did. Pun intended.

I took Austin's cock into my mouth. His mushroom head was huge. It was
about the size of a small kiwi. If it weren't hard already I would have had
a hard time getting it in my mouth. But even as I tried to take it in, it
kinda stuck because there was no lube on it. His cock scraped against my
lips and did not want to enter my hot mouth. So I stuck my tongue out and
got his cock head all wet and then licked the circumference of his
shaft. With it properly lubed, it slipped in much easier when I tried the
next time. As I licked his cock, Austin must have got a stimulating feeling
because he let out a gasp and then he moaned loudly as his head and shaft
entered my hot, wet mouth.

"Oh my god, I had no idea it would feel like this. This is fucking great!"
He exclaimed. "I can't believe how good this feels. Fuck, I don't want it
to stop. Keep going." Austin called out.

I started to work his cock in and out of my mouth and while I did that I
rubbed his enormous cock head with my tongue. His response was
instantaneous.

"Ohhhh fuuuccccckkkk!!!!! Man keep doing that and don't fucking stop!" he
demanded.

"So you like that? Huh bro?" Kristopher asked him.

"Fuck yes. I fucking love it. I don't care if people think it is gay or
not. I fucking want to cum like this. There is no way I am going back to
just jerking off ever again. Not when I have this slave to do this for
me. Fuck yeah I am going to cum in his mouth for sure I don't care any
more." Austin declared.

I continued to do what Austin asked me to do and then suddenly stopped when
I heard what Kristopher was planning.

"Cool, bro you just enjoy it. But as for me, I want to cum too but since
you have his one hole busy, I will just go ahead and use his other one."
Kristopher divulged.

"What? Are you fucking serious? You are going to fuck him? Dude that is
gay, I don't care how you put it!" Austin exclaimed excitedly with his eyes
almost popping out of his head.

"Dude, we already went though this just a minute ago. It is NOT gay. I am
just using his hole. I am straight as an arrow. I am thinking about eating
pussy as I cum. And his tight hole will feel awesome and will take my jizz
just like a pussy would. And besides you just said yourself you did not
care if people thought it was gay or not you are enjoying it. And I am
going to enjoy it too. And as long as this slave is here, he will do as we
see fit and take cum in any of his holes that we want to shoot it in. He
will take it and we don't have to reciprocate. It is his job to make us
feel good and right now I want to cum. You got his mouth busy with your
cock and so I am going to get his other hole busy with mine. It is as
simple as that." Kristopher explained to him. "You like the feeling of his
mouth on your cock, right?"

"Yeah but dude, fucking him up that ass? I don't know..." Austin whined.

"Bro, look. He wants to please us. And I want to be pleased. I want to cum
and I don't care which hole I use. A hole is a hole. Just like his tongue
is like a towel. Stop thinking about him being a guy. He is not. He is a
piece of property. A tool to be used to get you off. Nothing more. It is
the fantasy you think about that makes you straight or gay and I am telling
you I am thinking about eating pussy and fucking snatch while my cock will
be planted in his tight hole. I don't have a problem with that. Are you
fantasizing about him while your cock is in his mouth even at this very
moment?" Kristopher demanded.

"Fuck no. I am thinking about my girlfriend." He defended himself again.

"Then what is the big fucking deal? You want to cum, right?" Kristopher
continued.

"Yeah." Austin admitted.

"And you want to cum in his mouth, right?" Kristopher prodded.

"Well, yeah." He said.

"And you obviously don't feel weird about his mouth being on your cock
anymore do you?" He asked.

"Well, no. Not since you showed me that it doesn't matter where I cum if he
is going to clean it up." Austin replied.

"Exactly, and this is no different. It is just another place to cum and not
have to worry about it. And I am telling you right now, I already popped
his cherry last night. Do I look gay to you today?" Kristopher demanded.

"You did what?" Asked Austin his eyes going even wider.

"I fucked him last night. Do I look queer now?" Kristopher asked. "No I
don't and that's because I am not. All I did was use his service just like
you are now, nothing more. And I will tell you something else, you think
getting blown feels good? Oh my fucking god, it does not hold a candle to
fucking a tight hole."

"Really?" Austin asked.

"Yeah man. I wouldn't be doing it if it didn't. But I tell you what. Don't
think about it right now. Just let him blow you, I will use his other hole
and we can both dump a load in him and not have to worry about anything. I
mean, that is what he is here for. Deal? You will change your mind once you
cum and see how good it feels." Kristopher suggested.

"Yeah I guess. I do actually like how his mouth feels on my cock and I
don't want him to stop. If fucking his other hole feels even better then
maybe I should try that too." Austin thought out loud.

"Ok that's a deal. Next time you cum it will be up his ass and I promise
you, you will love it even more." Kristopher assured him.

I had stopped working Austin's cock to listen to what was going to
happen. I did not want to have Kristopher up my ass again. The last time he
did that it fucking hurt like hell. And now I knew why he wanted me bent
over the coffee table. He was planning this all along. That fucking
bastard! And again he was getting Austin to go along with it.

"Why the hell did you stop bitch?" Austin barked at me and he reached down
and slapped my face. "I didn't tell you to stop. In order for me to cum,
you need to be working your mouth on my cock."

"See, you are getting the hang of it, bro." Kristopher laughed.

I started to manipulate Austin's cock head inside of my mouth with my
tongue again and began to pump his cock in and out of my mouth like before
and Austin closed his eyes and let out a gasp. He obviously liked what I
was doing very much.

"Get ready cunt, because I am about to use you like you deserve."
Kristopher warned me. "Oh and by the way, all the spit you slobbered on my
cock I was going to use for your lube but since I had to stoke my cock to
keep it hard, it all rubbed off and I am dry again. But since your mouth is
busy at the moment, I guess I will just have to do you dry. But that's your
problem."

"Mmmmmfffffff!!!!!" I tried to call out but Austin's cock was blocking my
mouth. I did NOT want him fucking me in the first place and I definitely
did NOT want him to fuck me without lube. That's it. I am through with this
shit. I began to pull Austin's cock out of my mouth to file an official
complaint when I felt his hand grab the back of my head and force his cock
back inside my mouth. And then I felt his second hand on the back of my
neck. There was no way I could pull his cock out now, not with the grip he
had on my head with both of his hands. And when I thought my mouth was full
before I was sorely mistaken because he now forced more of it into my
mouth. It was now trying to open the back of my mouth and gain access to my
throat. It was all I could do to stop my gag reflex.

And then it happened. Kristopher got down on his knees behind me and placed
his tool in my ass crack and I could feel his cock head probe for an
opening to violate. I felt him grab my ass cheeks and spread them as he
pointed his pole at my hole. When he found the target he applied pressure
and grabbed my hips and pulled. Holy fuck it hurt like hell as he rammed
his manhood into my tight hole. I thought last night hurt like hell but
that was nothing compared to what I felt now. I felt like I was getting an
Indian burn in my hole. The pain was excruciating. Not only from the
intrusion of the foreign object but from the rubbing of our unlubricated
skin together. It was like skinning your knees on a carpet. And as he
forced it in, tears came to my eyes.

"Mmmmfffffffff" I tried to scream. But once again, my voice was stopped by
a barrier that I could not remove because it was being held in by the
muscular stud that I was supposed to be servicing.

Austin continued to face fuck me and Kristopher forced his cock into my
hole. And there was nothing I could do stop it. I was being violated from
both ends. But slowly Kristopher worked his pole inside of me. I continued
to cry as the pain continued.

"Oh fuck yeah this feels awesome!" Austin called out.

"Fucking sweet it does!" Kristopher chimed in.

And then Kristopher began to fuck me now that his shaft had entered my
canal. He forced it the rest of the way in and I thought I was going to
pass out. The pain was so intense. But when he thrust forward it put
pressure on my body and forced me forward. The result was that I was pushed
onto Austin's cock even further. And then Kristopher pulled back. That
allowed me enough freedom to move back a little bit and Austin felt me pull
back. He suddenly caught on that if he worked out a rhythm with Kristopher
he could have me going up and down on his cock as Kristopher pushed in and
out of my ass. They were double-timing me and they were both getting off on
it.

"Fuck yeah, you are my bitch, cunt." Kristopher yelled out.

"Yeah, take my cock bitch!" Austin added.

Finally the pain in my ass dulled down from a severe splitting pain to just
an uncomfortable intrusion. I felt like a hand saw in the hands of two
lumberjacks as they pulled it back and forth through the base of a tree. I
was being pushed and pulled back and forth between the two of them and they
were both letting out loud groans of pleasure as they each pounded me from
both ends. This went on for several minutes and the intensity built up and
they started to bounce me back and forth faster and faster.

"I am about to cum, bitch!" Austin shouted and he held on to my head like a
vice.

"So am I cunt!" Kristopher screamed as he slapped my ass and grabbed my hip
even harder.

His unexpected slapping of my ass made me clench my ass muscles and this
must have been what he was looking for because it tightened my hole and
pushed him over the edge.

"Uuuhhhh, uuuuhhhhh, uuuuhhhhhh!!!!! Fffffuuuuuccccckkkk!!!!" He screamed
and he thrust himself in as deep as he could.

This pushed me forward and forced Austin's cock deep into my mouth and then
I tasted salt.

"Aaaaahhhh, hhhhoooolllllyyyyy ffffuuucccckkk!!!!" Austin yelled as he
exploded in my mouth. I felt spasms on both ends at the same time.

Shot after shot filled my mouth with Austin's salty spunk. His jizz just
kept erupting from his manhood. And I am sure Kristopher's juice was
filling my other end. They both were panting like dogs.

"Aaawwwww fuck!!!" Kristopher gasped. "I came like you wouldn't believe and
it felt so fucking awesome. Holy fuck, bro you really need to try that."

"I know what you mean. I have never cum like that before from jerking off.
That was fucking incredible!" Austin exclaimed.

I tried to pull his cock out of my mouth but he was still holding on to my
head. He looked down at me and shook his head. "I know you are trying to
get my cock out of your mouth, bitch. You need to swallow my seed. It is
too good to be spit out."

He tightened his grip on my neck. I knew I was not going to be let go until
I swallowed and so I complied. His salty juice was all throughout my
mouth. I tried swallowing but with my mouth full of his cock I could
not. He let me pull his cock out far enough to allow me room to swallow and
he looked at me and smiled and then released my head. His softening cock
slipped out and he tilted his head back and sighed.

"Oh fuck, I gotta do this every day!" He stated emphatically.

"You got that right buddy." Kristopher agreed as he pulled his cock out of
my ass. "But you have to try the other end. I am telling you it is much
better. You can shove your pole in as far as it goes and it is tight and
hot and it is just fucking awesome as hell. I mean it, you need to try it."

"I think I will." He gave in.

"And like I said, having a slave for this kind of shit is just beyond
incredible. I mean watch this." He said as he stood up behind me. "Ok,
bitch. Time to clean me up. Suck my cock clean."

My eyes grew wide. What the fuck? He wanted me to suck his cock after it
was up my ass? No fucking way.

"Bro, you can make him do that?" Austin asked not believing his ears.

"Dude haven't you learned anything today? This is a fucking slave you can
make him do anything you want. It does not matter what it is. He will do it
and he will not complain about it either." Kristopher explained.

"Are you fucking serious? Anything. I mean ANYTHING?" Austin wanted
clarification.

"I fucking mean anything. Just watch." Kristopher grinned. "Suck it bitch
or don't you want your wallet?"

I did not need to be reminded. He had me under his control and I had to do
what he wanted but soon it would be over. They had both cum and now they
would lose interest in me. I would get my wallet back and that would be the
end of all of this.

I opened my mouth and began to clean Kristopher's prick. He stuffed it in
my mouth and I rubbed my tongue over all of it. He pulled it out and I
licked it thoroughly. I thought licking Austin's cleats was bad? Well now I
just got a mixture of my ass juices mixed with Kristopher's cum coating my
tongue.

"What the fuck are you talking about bro? What wallet, what the hell did
you mean?" Austin demanded.

Kristopher made a big mistake. He mentioned my wallet in front of
Austin. He heard it and now wanted to know what the fuck was going on. The
truth is finally going to come out and Kristopher's ass is grass. How the
hell was he going to explain his way out of this one?

"It doesn't matter bro. I have a slave to do with what I want. And if you
are interested you can use him too. Did you enjoy everything he did for you
today?" Kristopher asked.

"Fuck yeah I fucking loved it. And he did too. Why else would he do it?"
Asked Austin.

"Well not exactly. He had some encouragement. But tell me the truth you did
like his service, right and you want him to continue to serve you right?"
Kristopher asked.

"Yeah, of course. Who wouldn't? Having a slave like that is totally worth
it. I would give my left nut to have a slave serve me every day like that
but I don't think anyone would want to do that kind of shit and I can't
believe you found this guy to do this stuff for you and actually like doing
it." Austin admitted.

"Well how would you like to have one? I will share him with you."
Kristopher offered.

"Fuck yes!!! That would be sweet. But what did you mean that he had some
encouragement? Do you mean he didn't want to do this stuff for us?" Austin
wondered.

"Oh he wanted to do it. Trust me. He did. If he didn't want to do it he
would not have done it. I just needed to dangle the carrot in front of his
nose. Only this carrot was not orange, but black. Black and leather."
Kristopher chuckled.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Austin demanded.

"Just wait here." Kristopher said as he went into his bedroom.

Now was my chance. Kristopher's bubble was about to be burst. The cat was
out of the bag and he was at the moment about to scratch Kristopher's eyes
out. He is now going to get what was coming to him. He will have to tell
Austin what he had been doing all along and Austin will see the truth and
he will be pissed as hell.

"Austin, all of this shit that happened today was Kristopher's idea." I
tried to explain quickly before Kristopher came back. "He took my wallet
and would not give it back to me unless I went along with all of this
shit. I would never have done any of it if he was not holding that over my
head."

"Is that fucking true, bro?" Austin demanded as Kristopher came back
holding my wallet in his hand.

"Yeah, I got his wallet. So what? It made him do what we wanted, didn't
it?" Kristopher chuckled as he threw my wallet to me.

That fucker!!!! He just let the golden bird out of his cage. And I am about
to fly the coop.

"He fucking did everything I wanted him to do and he did it without
complaining. And he did everything you fucking wanted him to as well and he
even begged you to have you do it to him. You liked it didn't you? And you
want him to keep doing it don't you? Didn't you just say you had the best
orgasm ever and that you would give your left nut to have a slave do this
for you every day and do anything you asked him to do without complaining?"
Kristopher asked.

"Yeah, I sure as hell would. But you were blackmailing him into doing it."
Austin pointed out. "He did not do it because he wanted to he did it
because he wanted his wallet."

"So the fuck what? What difference does it make why he did it? I told you
he did that shit because he wanted to. And that is true. He may not have
liked doing it, but he did it because there was something he wanted. He may
not have wanted to do the shit we told him to do but he did want something
from it and so he did it. And he did it without complaining. The point is
he wanted something and in exchange for that something he did what we told
him to do. A win-win situation. Isn't that what you called it? So don't you
think we should let him serve us? After all you did like it and you said
you wanted someone you could use to do ANYTHING you wanted, right? Don't
tell me you changed your mind." Kristopher asked.

He was fucking doing it again. He was manipulating his brother's mind into
going along with his twisted and sick thinking. But I am going to put a
stop to it this time because I now had my wallet and there was nothing he
could do to stop me.

"Yeah well you know what, you fuckers? I now have my wallet and you no
longer have a slave to use to do you nasty shit for you. Because as soon as
I get dressed, I am taking my ass out of here and you are never going to
see me again! So you two can go fuck yourselves." I told them.

And I started to get dressed.

"So were you serious? Did you want a slave to do ANYTHING you want and even
blow you and swallow your piss and cum and you will never have to lift a
finger?" Kristopher ignored me.

"Yeah that would be fucking sweet bro, but he did not want to do that
stuff." Austin challenged him.

"I told you. He may not have wanted to do that stuff, but he did want
something and he was willing to do that stuff in exchange for that
something. It was the carrot in front of his nose that was the
catalyst. Who the fuck cares why he did it, the point is he did it and you
got off on it. Now my question to you is this, do you want a slave or not?"
Kristopher demanded.

"Well fuck yeah. But you gave him his carrot back." Austin pointed out.

"No I didn't." Kristopher grinned. "In fact I got a bigger carrot. One that
will be hard to be taken away ever again. You see, he could have gotten a
new driver's license and credit cards and shit. It would have been a
nuisance but he could have gotten it done and then I would no longer have a
carrot and you are right he would not want to do that shit any more. But
now I have a more 'permanent' carrot."

Kristopher's eyes were gleaming and his grin on his face was the broadest I
ever saw. By now I was fully clothed and making my way to the door when
Kristopher stopped me.

"You may not want to leave just yet there slave." He cautioned me.

"I am not your fucking slave! Bastard." I replied with disgust.

"Yeah well did you check your wallet?" He asked me.

I am so stupid. No I didn't. I didn't think to do that at all. I quickly
pulled it out and checked its contents. My fucking license was missing. I
looked up at him and it was clenched between his thumb and finger.

"I told you I would give you your wallet if you went along with all of this
shit today and we made a deal. And I kept my end of the deal. You now have
your wallet. But if you want your license then all you have to do is
indulge me for about five more minutes and then you can leave if you
want. For real. I will give you your license and you will be welcome to
leave. Scout's honor." Kristopher declared raising his two fingers to his
temple. "Just have a seat."

I wanted to get the fuck out of there, but I wanted my license too. What
would five more minutes hurt? He had already raped my ass and Austin raped
my mouth. Nothing worse than that could happen in five minutes, so I took
my place in the recliner and looked at Kristopher.

"So what do you fucking want?" I demanded.

"It's funny that you used that word because that is exactly what I
want. 'Fucking'. I want to do any 'fucking' thing to you I want and I want
your 'fucking' obedience and I want you to 'fucking' not complain about it
and I want your 'fucking' compliance with whatever I tell you to do. Yeah
'fucking' is the perfect word for it because I think you are going to be
'fucked' a lot. Both figuratively and literally." He started in. "What do
you think bro, if I can convince this faggot to do exactly what I just
mentioned, would you want in on it?" Kristopher asked his brother.

"Well fuck yeah, but he won't want to do that shit. You have nothing on him
any more." Austin noted.

"Oh well that's where you are wrong." Kristopher winked at him. "I have
everything I need. You see it pays to be in the computer science and
technology field because it is amazing how technology had developed in the
past decade. They have made today something memorable. Let's just say it
was a 'Kodak moment'."

Kristopher reached down to the coffee table and picked up a remote. It was
not the remote that Austin was using to flip channels when I came in with
the cooler. It was a different one. Kristopher pointed it at the
entertainment center and I heard a faint click.

"You see bro, this all started when our little slave here made a little bet
with me that he lost. He bet me that he would do anything I told him to do
if he lost and he did in fact lose. So I told him that he was going to be
my slave and I made him blow me. I loved it so much that I wanted more. So
I told him that if he did not comply with me I would tell everyone of our
little bet and that he blew me. Well, last night he called my hand and said
he would no longer comply with my wishes and he did not care whether or not
I told anyone because no one would believe me. And he was right. It would
be his word against mine. So that was when I stole his wallet. I figured I
could make him make one last appearance here, which he did. But I needed to
make sure I had proof that he was my slave and I thought it would even be
so much better if that proof showed him begging to be my slave. So I set up
this little camera knowing that he was going to be acting today. And I made
sure he was going to be acting because I laid out the script for him when
he was filling the cooler. I made the deal with him that if he begged us to
let him serve us and do all this shit, I would give his wallet back and
sure as shit, the dumbass fell for it hook, line and sinker. In fact I
think he did such a good job acting, I think we should watch it because it
was all recorded. Let's see what a stellar performance he made." Kristopher
laughed as he clicked another button on the remote and the scenes from this
afternoon began to spill out onto the screen.

Holy fuck! In my mind I had a flashback to when I came back in with the
cooler from the car. Austin was flipping channels on the cable box with the
remote and Kristopher had another remote. I did not think anything of it
until now. That fucker was turning on a fucking video camera. He fucking
filmed the whole afternoon. God!!!! What a fucking idiot I have been. I
fucking did everything he told me to do. I even begged Austin to let me do
it and told him how much I wanted to do it. Fuck!!!!! That bastard was
right. He just got the biggest fucking carrot I could imagine. There was
absolutely no way I could get out of this. No fucking way at all.

"Oh, as always. I keep my word. Here is your license." Kristopher laughed
as he threw it to me. And then he looked at Austin. "Like I said, he wanted
to do that shit. And something tells me that he will want to do it even
more than ever now. So, do you want in bro?"

I could see the light go on in Austin's head. The possibilities seemed to
jump out at him and he got the same kind of grin on his face that
Kristopher had been sporting from the very beginning.

"You mean I really can have a fucking slave that will do whatever the hell
I want? I can use him and make him do all kinds of shit?" Austin wanted
clarification.

"You sure as hell can. And this time, he cannot turn you down, ever. This
will be a permanent arrangement for the rest of his life. He will be your
property as well as mine. And you can use his tongue to wipe up your cum
instead of a towel any time you want." Kristopher outlined for him.

"Fuck no! Forget that towel shit. I am going to cum in his mouth every time
because he is going to blow me! Now that you introduced that to me I am
never going to jerk off ever again. Holy fuck this is sweet bro! I owe you
big time. Getting blown every day is the fucking awesomest ever!" You could
see the gears in his head turning

"No it's not. Fucking a tight pussy every day is but you have not had that
chance yet. And I promised you that next time you came you would. And you
will now that you have a slave to fuck." Kristopher added.

"Holy fuck! The guys on the team are never going to believe this." Austin
stated. "You are sure I can do anything to him I want and tell him to do
anything I want?" He asked making sure.

"Fuck yeah, let's ask him." Kristopher suggested.

"Well, slave what do you say? Can we use you and will you do anything we
tell you to do?" Kristopher looked at me waiting for a reply.

I dropped my head.

"Yes," I said quietly.

"What? I can't hear you, faggot, cunt, bitch, slave!" Kristopher barked
out.

"I said 'yes'" I repeated audibly.

"He fucking said 'yes'" Austin exclaimed and laughed.

"Yes, what?" Kristopher corrected me.

"Yes Master." I acquiesced.

"That's 'yes Masters'" Kristopher corrected me again.