Date: Sun, 31 Dec 2017 13:39:56 +0200
From: Ben Coolen <bencoolen1212@gmail.com>
Subject: Serving Casey 4

Serving Casey

By Ben Coolen

bencoolen1212@gmail.com

This story contains sexual acts (domination, submission, humiliation, oral
sex, masturbation) between young males. If you don't like it, or it is
illegal in your country, state or community, please stop reading it
immediately.

This story is 100% fiction.

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Thanks to Naughty Bard for proofreading the text.

Chapter 4

I felt confused on my way home. It had been a very strange day, people
telling me what to do all the time. It suddenly occurred to me that I was
losing control of my life. What was happening to me? And what was Casey
going to do with the video?

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I was relieved when Casey seemed to have forgotten the idea of my return to
their locker room to apologize for my wimpy behavior on my previous visit
there. Considering how the guys had tormented and humiliated me, it
couldn't be right to make me apologize to them, could it? Shouldn't they
have been apologizing to me?

In the privacy of my own bedroom I still dreamed of that scene. I saw
Logan's half-naked body and his contemptuous grin, and I still remembered
what it had felt like to have Shane's hard body pressed tight against my
back, him having total control of me. I would always remember the smell of
his body, and the stink of that locker room full of young athletes.

I even remembered the public taunting and laughter when I was forced to
sniff my best friend Casey's worn jockstrap. And every time I reminisced
about those events the dreaming ended with a powerful orgasm and sticky
bedsheets.

One thing Casey definitely had not forgotten was the hand job I had given
him that same day. He acted like a kid with a new toy and expected me to
service his needs whenever he wanted. And he wanted it pretty damn often.
Since that day he had become more and more bossy, and clearly enjoyed using
me as his servant and errand boy. Once after I had agreed to go to the
movies with my cousin, he ordered me to cancel the appointment because he
needed to get off. So, instead of meeting my cousin, I made an excuse and
took care of Casey's needs.

We had already developed a routine. When I entered his bedroom (his parents
were real bohemian characters and didn't seem to care much what he did in
his own room in the basement) I locked the door and kneeled down at the
foot of his bed. Casey was usually already waiting for me, laying on the
bed. He would just move a bit so that his feet were dangling off the bed.
If he was wearing shoes, I would take them off and then strip off whatever
pants and boxers he was wearing. Casey would pull his shirt off, gather
some pillows behind his back and settle comfortably to be serviced.

While I jacked him off he always watched some porn on his phone. When I was
done, I took some tissues I had in my pocket and cleaned the mess on his
body.

Afterwards we would usually play some video games before I left. Sometimes
he said he was too tired, or didn't feel like it, so I just said goodbye
and took off. Casey never thanked me for my services.

But let me tell you about the day I fell into Casey's trap.

It was Wednesday and as usual I drove him to the gym for their practice.
This time Casey told me to pick him up an hour earlier than usual and wait
for him at the lobby. I was a bit surprised, as Casey liked taking long
showers and afterwards usually posed in front of the mirror for ages,
fixing his hair and shooting the shit with the guys until he was ready.
Well, I had learned not to ask questions.

I came back right on time and went in. The squeaking sounds of bare feet
moving on the floor and punches of boxing gloves told me that their
practice was still in full swing. Why did he want me to come this early, I
wondered more than a little annoyed.

Finally, the door slammed open and their coach stormed out. He was a
scary-looking guy, an ex-Marine who owned the gym and still kept himself in
excellent shape. He had seen me a couple of times with Casey, so he didn't
ask any questions, just nodded at me before rushing out the front door. He
seemed to be in a hurry. Later I learned that he had a girlfriend in the
neighboring town. His wife thought that he kept evening classes on
Wednesdays, so he had a couple of hours for himself and his mistress. That
also explained why the guys pretty much had free rule of the place when the
coach was gone.

I saw through the glass door that the practice had ended, and the fighters
were heading towards the locker room. I saw Logan and Shane and some other
guys I recognized from my previous visit, but none of them glanced at the
seemingly empty lobby.

Casey appeared last and paid a brief visit to me. He was wearing only silky
boxing shorts and ankle wraps, his gloves hanging around his neck. I took
the brief opportunity to drink in his sweaty abs before he surprised me by
saying:

"Wait five minutes and then knock on the locker room door."

"Casey, no..."

"Just do as I say," he snapped and disappeared.

I immediately knew what his plan was, of course. He wanted me to go back
there, look my tormentors in the eye and apologize to them for behaving
like a pussy in front of men.

That is not fair! I thought, and tears welled up in my eyes. I buried my
head in my hands.

However, I managed to calm down during those five minutes. What the heck, I
thought. I'll just go in and say those unreasonable words, get the fuck out
of there and never go back. Just do it, I ordered myself and walked to the
locker room door. I stood there for a minute, trying to breath steadily.

Then I knocked on the door and expected Casey to come open it for me.
Despite my agony, I knew he would protect me against any kind of bullying
the other guys might throw my way.

An unfamiliar guy opened the door. His sour face turned into a wide grin
when he recognized me.

"Hey, Casey's bitch is back!"

"The bitch is here!"
"Well let him in Pete, he's funny!"

Pete held the door, so I could take those frightful steps to the inner
sanctum of the fighters. The familiar thick, musty air hit my senses again.
Pete guided me towards to the bench where the leaders of the Alpha pack
held court.

Logan was lounging on the same spot on the bench as last time. This time
his private parts were covered by white compression boxers, but his legs
were spread wide; his posture expressed ultimate confidence.

Shane was sitting on Logan's right side -- suitably so for a wingman -- and
next to Shane was Casey, grinning, with his elbow on Shane's shoulder.

"Well, well, well. What brings you here, little dude?" Logan asked.

I shot a glance towards Casey, pleading for help. He took his time before
speaking.

"Guys, I think Randy here has got something to say to us. Go on, Randy."

I had stepped into a trap.

"Well, I... I... just..."

My stuttering caused general snickering.

"Speak up, dude. You can do it if you try hard enough," Shane chuckled.

"Yeah, try to form a sentence!"

"The fag came to tell us something but he's so scared of us he can't get
one fucking word out of his mouth ha-ha!"

Despite all the taunting I collected my strength and looked Logan in the
eyes.

"I... I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. I apologize for the last time I
was here."

My apology was met with a disbelieving silence, and it caught Logan
off-guard. He just stared at me, shaking his head. But he recovered quickly
and smiled at me.

"You apologize? Well, I'm glad to hear that, little dude. But refresh my
memory; what exactly are you apologizing for?"

"Well, I mean... I guess I acted like a wimp back then. I shouldn't have done
that, you know, well, this being, like, your locker room and all."

"Oh, you acted like a wimp. Yeah... that's right, now I remember. You acted
like a wimp and now you're sorry. I'm glad to hear that because we don't
want to see anybody behaving like a wimp here, do we guys?"

"Nooo, we fucking hate wimps."

Logan turned his attention back to me.

"Now that I come to think of it, you cried too, didn't you?"

I looked at the tips of my shoes. But I knew I had to answer.

"Yeah, I guess I did."

"Cry-baby!" came the immediate reaction from the crowd.

"That's right! He cried like a little girl, boohoo..."

"Yes, you cried like a little girl," Logan confirmed.

"And now you want us to forgive you. Well, I guess we must discuss that."

Logan moved his butt a little and patted on a spot on the bench between him
and Shane.

"Why don't you sit down so we can have a nice chat. Maybe we'll find some
way for you to make it up to us."

I looked at Casey again, but he just smiled. I noticed that the expression
on his face was exactly the same that I had seen when Logan described my
humiliation to him on the phone. He was biting his lower lip with an
expecting, even lustful, little smile on his lips. I realized that I could
expect no help from him.

My legs were shaking, but I took the necessary few steps and sat down
between the two sweaty, nearly naked guys. I tried to keep my distance from
both, but Shane moved closer and wrapped his arm around my neck. The wet
locks of his floppy hair brushed my cheek.

"Don't be afraid, little guy, we won't bite," he said and ran his fingers
through my hair.

Logan gave me a feigned friendly smile.

"You know little dude, we were really disappointed in you. All the guys
have been sad and depressed since then, having to see a pussy-boy crying in
our locker room."

Some of the guys moaned to show their distress but others just flat out
snickered.

"I cried myself to sleep Logie!"

Logan moved really close to me and he too put his arm around my shoulder. I
was now tightly sandwiched between those two sinewy, sweaty bodies. Their
strong hands squeezed my shoulders, making it clear that they had total
control over me. I could smell them, and they could smell my fear.

"Now, would you like to show us that you can follow our rules when you
visit this locker room, little dude?"

His question was really cunning. I could not say no because that would have
been a direct insult -- flatly refusing to follow their rules. And if I said
yes, I would have to do what they wanted. Unfortunately that was my only
option.

"Yeah, I guess," I managed to blurt out.

"I'm glad to hear you say that. It's just what we wanted to hear, little
dude," Logan said and patted my cheek.

"What I want you to do now, is just to help me and Shane feel a bit better
after the very hard practice we had today. And you can show the guys that
you are willing to respect us and obey the rules of this locker room. Wanna
hear how?"

I nodded.

"Good. He wants to hear how you can make us feel better, I like that. I'll
tell you how."

He paused for a minute to let his next words sink in. I felt like a
criminal on trial, waiting for his sentence to be read out.

"The practice today was really hard for our feet and they are sore as fuck
right now. You're gonna give me and my buddy Shane here a nice foot rub."

I gulped.

Rub their feet? To be honest, the idea of rubbing these studs' athletic
feet was tempting, but the humiliation would be intolerable. What worse
could a young guy do than rub another guy's sweaty feet? Well, maybe sniff
his jock which I had already done...

"Sorry Logan, but I don't really have time for that... I gotta go now."

"You're in a hurry? That true, Casey?"

Say yes, say yes, I prayed silently. But in vain.

"Oh no Logie, Randy's gonna wait for me. He drives me home when I'm ready,
so no hurry at all."

"See? You've got all the time you need to give us a nice foot rub, little
dude."

"Please, I don't want to."

Logan let out a soft laugh. He had expected me to try to get off the hook
and he was going to enjoy the battle of wills that would follow.

"Shane, would you be kind enough to explain the situation to our little
guest?"

Our audience snickered.

"Sure, Logan!"

Shane tightened his grip on my shoulder and leaned closer just like he was
planning to kiss my cheek.  His warm and hard body was really pressing
against mine now and I could smell the odor of his armpit. It was familiar
from the previous time when he had held me in place and made me inhale
through Casey's jock.

Shane spoke, almost whispered, directly into my ear. His voice was soft but
determined. Only he and I could hear what he was saying but all the other
guys watched us expectantly. They knew that they would soon see a great
show and I would be the main actor. They wanted to see Shane brake my will.

He ran his fingers through my hair.

"What's your name, little dude?"

"Randy," I whispered back.

"Randy. Well Randy, you don't need to be afraid. We're all friends here,
and you wanna help us out, right? You heard Logan. We both need a foot rub
real bad. You can help us, man."

"I dunno..."

"Yes, you do, Randy. Logan and I will definitely like it when you make us
feel good. You want us to like you, dontcha?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Now, all you gotta do is use those fingers of yours and rub our sore
feet a little."

"No, please," I whimpered.

"No please? Why, that's the wrong answer, Randy, we don't like that.  You
don't wanna make us mad, do you?"

I didn't answer, so Shane repeated his question. He didn't bother to raise
his voice; he knew I would be listening carefully anyway.

"Do you want to piss off Logan and me, Randy?"

"No."

"Good! Didn't think so. So there's an easy way to make sure that doesn't
happen, Randy. Just give my bro Logan and me a nice foot rub. I know you
want to," Shane's soft voice said into my ear. His every word sent a warm
breeze on my chin, and I could smell peppermint in his breath.

"I don't know how."

"Yes, you do, Randy. You're a sissy. Sissies are born to please other guys.
You'll know exactly what to do when you get to it. It's in your spine."

I couldn't hold back a sob; I felt so helpless there, squeezed between
those two strong and aggressive boys. But I was determined not to cry. He
went on.

"A sissy like you wants to make other guys feel good. When you make real
men like Logan and me feel good, it'll make you feel good too. You know
that, Randy."

I felt my resistance crumple. I was so alone in there and Shane's soft but
merciless words made my head spin. His predator instinct had seen through
me; yes, I wanted to please other guys and yes, it made me feel good. I had
known that since I was a kid.

I remembered what Casey had told me. These alpha guys always have it their
way. And he said that I'm even weaker than the average ordinary guy and I
knew he was right. I was no match for guys like Logan and Shane, so I would
eventually lose this battle of wills, no matter how hard I tried to fight
back.

I glanced at Casey. He was leaning forward, watching us intensely,
impatient to see the show developing. He looked straight into my eyes and
gave me a go-on nod.

Shane noticed Casey's gesture too.

"That's right, you want to make us feel good. All you gotta do is just rub
our sore feet a little. Do it for Casey and Logan and me," Shane's soft
voice whispered into my ear, while his hand kept petting my hair. He knew
he almost had me now.

"Just say yes, Randy."

"Okay," I managed to mumble.

Shane laughed softly.

"Good boy."

"He's ready, Logie," he said matter-of-factly.

"Thank you, Shane."

The expectance on the guys' faces changed to delight.

"Yeah, he's gonna do it! You're the man, Shane!"

A shit-eating grin appeared on Shane's face. He lifted his arms up, showing
V-signs with his fingers.

When the commotion calmed down, Logan leaned back, crossed his fingers
behind his head and nodded towards the floor.

"Show us what a good sissy-boy you are," he said.

"Go on bitch, you know what to do," someone laughed from behind me.

"Take your place on the floor fag," another encouraged me.

Moving like a sleepwalker I slid down from the bench until my knees hit the
dirty tiles of the floor. I positioned myself in front of Logan and looked
at his feet. Like the rest of his body his feet looked perfect, with scarce
black hair growing here and there.

"Ha-ha, that's where a homo belongs, on his knees at guys' feet," someone
snickered.

>From my new position I got a whole new point of view of that locker room.
It consisted mainly of dirty floor tiles, shoes, socks, ankle supports and
athletic legs. Some of those legs were hairy, others were smooth, but just
from the look of them I knew they belonged to strong and powerful boys
-- superior young men.

"Well, go on."

I took hold of Logan's left foot and started to rub it between my fingers.
It felt warm and moist, and it smelled like young guys' sweaty feet smell.
But to my surprise I didn't find the smell unpleasant at all, coming from a
young stud like Logan. Even his feet were manly and strong, with a gracious
arch. His rugged toenails looked like he had clipped them with a knife.

I took a quick glance of Logan's muscled thighs, thinly covered with black
hair. They were definitely man's thighs, unlike my baby-smooth sticks.

"Ahh, you should try this, guys. It feels so fucking good. This guy was
born for foot service."

"I wanna try that too," several guys shouted simultaneously. I prayed that
I wouldn't have to massage all the guys' feet.

"Maybe next time, I wanna get home before midnight," Casey said, making the
guys laugh.

Logan emphasized his contentment with me by lifting his right foot and
resting it on my left shoulder.

"Yeah, we'll invite our little friend over again soon. I can see he really
likes our company," Logan said, and rubbed my cheek playfully with his big
toe.

He enjoyed my service and everyone's attention for a good while. Finally he
said:

"Enough, now the other one."

I changed my attention to his right foot, and Logan placed the left one on
my shoulder. Feeling the coarse hair of his leg against the side of my face
felt actually pretty good, and to my horror my cock became hard again.

I knew what they made me do was wrong. And I knew that if I had gotten up
and rushed out, nobody would have stopped me. So, why didn't I?

I knew the answer and I hated it. Deep down my mind I loved to be pushed
around and humiliated by those bullies. They had all the qualities I didn't
have -- well, minus the intelligence probably but I was weak, shy, timid and
generally did what stronger boys told me to. Those guys were strong, brave
and confident and they took no shit from anybody except maybe from some
exceptionally tough men like their coach.

Many times, when I jacked off at home since my previous visit to the locker
room, at some point before reaching orgasm I had dreamed that Shane and
Logan would order me to show up there again, so they could make fun of me
and make me do all kinds of humiliating things. And now I was living that
dream, and my cock was pulsing in my pants.

Those guys were superior to a pussy like me, and they could humiliate me if
they wanted. And I loved that. Does this sound weird to you? Well, my cock
told me otherwise, and that was becoming a problem.

"All right, that's enough. It's Shane's turn now."

I moved in front of Shane on all fours and looked up. Shane looked down at
me with a mischievous smile. I hadn't really had a chance to get a good
look at him, and I was startled to see how handsome he really was. His
floppy blond hair was tied with a thin black bandanna to keep it from
covering his eyes, and the thick spikes pointed proudly upwards. His hair
must look super-hot when he lets it hang free, I thought.

His sky-blue eyes were measuring me. I lowered my gaze and found myself
staring at his nearly naked body. His torso was slimmer that Logan's, but
toned and muscular, with broad shoulders, flat abdomen and slim waist. His
lower abdomen and thighs were hairless, and although his crotch was partly
covered with the protective jock, I guessed it was either hairless or
neatly trimmed. Shane obviously had it all when it came to seducing young
ladies and although he clearly had no intention to charm me, looking at his
body and handsome face with that scornful smile made my already stiff cock
stretch the front of my pants. I knew I would be in trouble if I had to
stand up.

"Well go on," Shane said.

I took hold of his left foot and started to rub it with my fingers. His
feet were completely hairless and smooth, although flushed and slightly
swollen from the hard kick-boxing practice they had just gone through. The
toenails were neatly trimmed. His feet looked like they deserved to be
serviced by weaker males.

After a while he said:

"Prepare for a long foot massage guys. You should probably hit the showers
now because I like really long foot rubs. This will probably take at least
half an hour."

What? My legs were already numb, and the coarse tiles had grazed the skin
of my knees painfully. Half an hour?

Casey moaned.

"You gotta be kidding man? I wanna get home!"

Shane chuckled.

"Sorry Case, I really need a long foot rub today."

He paused and looked at Casey with a smug smile on his face.

"Unless..."

Casey's face brightened immediately. He knew Shane would have something
funny up his sleeve.

"Unless?"

Shane looked at me.

"Unless your bitch asks me nicely..."

I felt relieved. I would be glad to ask him politely.

"...and shows his gratitude by kissing my big proud feet."

A roar of laughter erupted and Shane grinned, happy to gather everyone's
admiration again.

I looked at Casey. He was grinning too.

"Sure, I've got no problem with that. Go on, bitch."

Everybody in that steamy locker room was against me. Even my best friend
Casey, who had just called me a bitch in front of everybody.

The guys around us encouraged me.

"Yeah, that's right fag. Show some respect, bitch!"

Shane's smile widened.

"Well, dude. Ask my permission to skip my foot rub and kiss my feet. Or do
you wanna practice on Bubba's feet first?" he said, pointing at a burly,
mean-looking guy with a face full of zits.

I shook my head.

"Well go on then," Shane said.

I looked up at that handsome smirking face.

"Shane, can I please skip your foot rub and go home? And I'd like to kiss
your feet. Please."

Then I looked at his feet. Kissing them would be totally degrading and
unfair, but I knew that it was just what the guys wanted to see. And to be
honest, I had nothing against kissing that young stud's feet.

I leaned down and touched his left foot with my lips.

Several guys booed.

"What the fuck was that?"

Shane laughed.

"That's how you kiss your mommy. Do I look like your mommy?"

Someone kicked my butt.

"Try again, bitch. And I wanna hear a smack this time!" Shane ordered.

Everybody seemed to be holding their breath when I leaned down again. This
time I pressed my lips tight on Shane's foot and sucked in, making a loud,
slurpy noise, and I could taste the salt of his sweat.

Roar of laughter and cat-calls again.

"He really did it! Can you believe it guys, the faggot kissed another guy's
sweaty foot!"

"Fuck, a guy can't get lower than that!"

"Now the other one."

"Yeah, go on, foot-fag!" someone laughed.

"Foot-fag! Foot-fag! Foot fag!" the guys chanted as I crouched down to kiss
Shane's right foot.

I smooched his foot, thinking that I was almost done. But no. Shane hooked
his left leg behind my neck and pulled me closer, pressed the dirty sole of
his right foot on my face and started to rub it on my nose and lips.

"Look at that guys, the fag's making out with my foot! He can't get enough
of it!" he laughed.

Just if they had known the truth... Being humiliated by this handsome young
stallion had brought my dick to the brink of eruption. That would be my
end, because I was wearing thin cotton shorts and they would inevitably
notice the wet spot that would appear.

Finally Shane pulled his foot back.

"Alright, enough of that. He's all yours, Case."

"Go wait for me in the car while I take a shower," Casey told me.

I turned towards him, begged him with my eyes and moved ever so slightly my
hand that was covering my crotch. Casey looked shocked but he reacted in a
second.

"On second thought, I've got no time for that, gonna shower at home. Take
my bag to the car, bitch," he said and threw his gear bag into my lap.

I got up, holding the bag in my lap and rushed out, escorted by the now so
familiar taunting and laughter.

When I got into the car, I buried my face in my hands and shed a few tears.
I cried because of the humiliation, but more than that I cried because I
was being forced to face the truth about myself. I was a faggot who got
turned on from being tormented by other boys.

Casey showed up shortly after that and slammed the door behind him.

"Let's go horsey," he said cheerfully, but then he looked at me and saw
that I had been crying.

"Aww, for god's sake, what are you crying for? Just a little locker room
fun. Just like I explained, remember?"

I had to tell Casey how I felt about him now.

"Casey, you didn't lift a finger to defend me there," I said with a shaky
voice.

"Aww, come on man. You gotta learn to take care of yourself. Besides, I'm
one of the guys of the team, and you're not. We always stick together."

"And besides, you did good."

"What?"

"Yeah. You didn't cry -- well not much anyway. And you did what Logan and
Shane wanted to. They call the shots in the locker room, and the things
they want people to do aren't always nice. Take it as an initiation. You
are like, like... well, almost like one of us now."

"I am?"

"Yeah, you know, kinda like a hang-around member. And don't forget that I
saved your ass a minute ago. If the guys had noticed that you got a boner
from smooching Shane's sweaty feet, they would've gone crazy."

I thought about it. Casey was probably right.

"Well, thanks man."

"Don't mention it. Now, get going. Straight to my place."

I steered the car into the traffic, feeling a bit better. But I was still
sulking.

"I'm gonna head straight home when I drop you off. I feel kinda tired," I
said.

He chuckled.

"Oooh no, you're not going anywhere. I've got something urgent you need to
take care of before you go."

"Casey!"

"Oh yes. And this time I've got an extra treat for you."

"What's that?"

"I'm gonna let you suck me off."

"No!"

Casey chuckled again and slid his hand into his pants, working it there for
a minute. Then he pulled it out and showed his index finger to me. It was
covered with slime. He had obviously started leaking while he watched me
being humiliated by his friends.

"I'm gonna let you taste this," he teased.

"No!"

"No? Well, let me give you a sample," he said and rubbed his precum on my
lips. He even smeared it under my nose.

The sudden smell and stinging flavor made me forget I was driving and the
car swayed between lanes.

"For fuck's sake, faggot! Don't kill us now, you'll get more of that when
we get to my room," Casey laughed.

He kept his promise.

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