Date: Thu, 7 Sep 2023 15:09:20 +0200
From: N. Bard <naughtybard@gmail.com>
Subject: Frat Legacy - chapter 3

Frat legacy

By Naughty Bard

Warning: this story contains sexual acts (oral, domination, humiliation,
watersports) both straight and gay.

If you don't like it, or it is illegal in your country or state, please
stop reading.

Hey everyone!

Soooo sorry it took me this long to write this chapter.

Again, I know there are many characters but please stick with them till the end.
Thanks to my friend Luca for once again being part of the creative process.

As usual I always appreciate your comments, so please drop me a line:
naughtybard@gmail.com

Big thanks to my friend John for editing my work as usual.

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That being said... enjoy!



Chapter 3



Number 9, previously known as Ben Whitaker, was lying on the floor with his
mouth open, quivering anticipation running through his entire naked
body. He couldn't see anything, of course. After all, that was the whole
point of that sadistic, yet unreasonably arousing training session, wasn't
it? So he was beyond concentrated. He was going to get this one right. He
needed to. So desperately. His pulse was racing. The silence was
deafening. He could picture one of them puckering his gorgeous lips.  And
then the wad of spit hit him right in the back of his throat. He closed his
mouth and savored it. It was slimy, of course and gross. But it was
spit. How the hell was he supposed to know? His heart sank once
again. Another shot in the dark.


"C'mon, bitch! You should be able to tell by now!" said Master Alec,
snickering.


"Y... yes, Sir..." Ben lied "That was..." he paused "Master Kitt's..."


Their loud cackling filled the room.


"No, you stupid fuck!! That was mine!!" said Master Alec, slapping his face
roughly with his naked foot. The boy's smell raped the fag's brain. Ben
suppressed the urge to lick it.


"Fuck, you really are dumb, aren't you?" added Master Kitt's amused
baritone.


Why did it have to be spit? Ben was so much better with other stuff like
their body odor. He could totally tell them apart now. He was good at that!


"I'm so sorry, Masters!!" whined Ben. He had failed yet again and now
dreaded what was coming.


"So, where do you want it, bitch?" chirped Master Alec. It wasn't a real
question, of course. Ben knew that much. The only acceptable reply was...


"M... my balls... S... sir..." he was whimpering. He couldn't help it. The
pain that was coming was soo fucking intense.


"And why your balls, bitch?" pressed Master Alec. Every single time. Just
like a mantra.


"Because I don't need them, Sir, I'm just a useless faaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!"
he cried as the sudden lash took his breath away.


"Yep! Good answer, slave! Hehehe!" snickered Master Kitt.


He arched his body and moaned loudly again but a foot covered his mouth and
nose.


"Shut the fuck up, homo!" ordered Master Alec.


They were using a crop from Master Kitt's horse-back riding days and to say
that they were not holding back was putting it very, very mildly. Ben's
whole body was screaming to him. He felt like he was gonna be sick any
second now. He couldn't even breath and tears mixed with sweat were
covering his face. Yet his dick was hard. Why was his dick this hard? It
had been for... what... weeks now? Of course he was addicted to being
humiliated and abused, but pain? The two gorgeous studs that were training
him had somehow flipped a switch on him and added a new item to the long,
long list of Ben's perversions. And if the slave was being completely
honest with himself, he was actually kinda grateful. Despite the agony, his
tongue inadvertently pressed hungrily on the foot sole that was squashing
his face, unable to resist any longer. It was Master Kitt's. The smell and
the taste were so clear to him at this point. He rolled his eyes up in
blissful lust. He could barely breathe from the pain running through his
body yet he was hungrily and subserviently licking the foot of the boy who
had just caused said pain. His dad and brothers would be so proud if they
could see him. But there was nothing he could do about it. He had tried to
suppress it. It was useless. Licking feet brought him purpose and pure
joy. Even some sort of very twisted version of pride. It was hands down his
favorite. Just like an obedient dog that shows its masters how much it
appreciates them. It made him feel so complete.


"Is he fucking licking your foot?" Master Alec asked his buddy.


"You bet! Hehehe!" Master Kitt snickered.


"Hahaha! Stupid fuck! This is what you were born for, you hear?!!"
commented Master Alec and gave him three more lashes on his ass. How many
times had he been told that simple truth? Countless. Ben moaned horny as
fuck "Look at his fucking dicklet. He loves this! Fucking freak!"


"We shouldn't have to look at that shit!" Said Master Kitt a little
annoyed.


"Yeah, but hitting his balls through his underwear is no fun, bro!"
complained Master Alec.


"Yeah, no shit! That's why we need the cage, bro!!" master Kitt
insisted. They had obviously talked about it before.


"Dude, he's not gonna cave this time! You're not gonna get it!" stated
Master Alec.


"Tsk! It's like you don't know me at all, bro! I always get my way!"
boasted Master Kitt, snorting dramatically.


"Whatever, man!"


The two straight boys cackled some more, kicking the fag around and the
second Master Kitt's foot left Ben's lips the slave hurried to say:


"Thank you, Masters! Thank you for teaching me!"


"Sure, no problem, bitch!" Said Master Kitt.


He was required to say that. Every single time he got punished. But it was
actually starting to come fairly natural to Ben. Yeah. Only three weeks
into the Taming and he was already getting used to it. He wasn't a complete
waste of space after all.


"Alright, so that makes it 17 wrong and 4 right." announced Master Alec
"Gotta say, that's pretty fucking bad even for a dumb queer!"


"You're right, Sir... I'm so sorry..." the slave sniveled "I'll... I'll do
better..."


"We've been at it for like an hour, bitch!" pointed out Master Kitt "How
much more of our spit do you wanna swallow, you fag-pig?


"Yeah, it's like you don't wanna learn! Wait a minute. Are you doing it on
purpose? Do you like it that much?" asked Master Alec.


"No, Sir... I mean, yes! Of course! I absolutely love to swallow your spit,
Masters! It's the greatest honor I could hope for!" he was messing it up as
usual "What I meant was that I'm not doing it on purpose, Sir! I do wanna
learn, I really do!" Ben tried to explain " I just... they... they sort of
taste the same, you see..." he said cautiously "Godly, of course..." he
added "but... like... very, very similar..."


There was silence. Two, three whole seconds of it. And then the crop hit
his balls again, this time harder than ever.


"You dumb cunt! Can't you do anything right?" shouted Master Kitt, hitting
him again "When we say you were born for this shit, it means that's all
you're good for! How many times do we have to tell ya?!" Lash after lash as
the slave was trying to lift his legs up to protect his genitals as his
hand were obviously tied behind his back "And you wanna tell us that you
can't even manage the easiest of your fag duties?" more slashes as Ben was
moaning and crying, begging him to stop "Do you think we deserve a
defective slave? Huh? Cause that's what you are!"


"Noooo... please Master, pleeeaseee!" he cried sticking his tongue out
blindly, hoping to find a foot he could lick. But he got kicked right in
the face instead.


"`Please' what, bitch? Do you even know what you're begging for?!" said
Master Alec sternly.


"Forgive me!!" he yelped "Please forgive me, masters! I swear, I'll learn!
Please be patient with this dumb faggot, I'll get better, I promise! But
I'm not as smart as you! I'm not even human anymore! Please forgive this
stupid fag slave! Gimme a chance to become the slave you deserve! Please! I
beg you!" he said it all in one desperate breath. The beating had stopped
and his heart was pounding in his chest. The pain was unbearable. And once
again there was silence.


Then one of them started roughly taking off his blindfold with his
foot. His wet eyes adjusted to the light. And suddenly there they
were. Gorgeous and perfect straight teenage gods. Master Kitt was wearing a
wife beater, Alec, a Boston Celtics jersey. They both had shorts and they
were obviously barefoot. Ben just couldn't help thinking how lucky he had
been. They were towering over his weak body, one on each side, smirking
wildly.


"Alright, fag!" said Master Alec, sexily passing a hand through his long
blond hair "If you really wanna get a second chance, I got an idea." He
said. Ben immediately knew that it couldn't be good. But he wanted to be up
for it so fucking bad "I think it's high time we give this bitch something
a little tastier than spit. What do you say, bro?" he asked Kitt.


"Well, I don't know! Not sure he deserves it! He's fucking useless!"
replied Master Kitt, slapping his face hard with his foot again. Ben loved
that and immediately stuck his tongue out frantically. Every little taste
of it was heaven.


"Aww! Have a heart, c'mon! Look at him!" Master Alec mocked him.


"Fine!" snickered Master Kitt.


"Awesome! Now we already know Dil pissed on you like a million times..."
Master Alec began "...but he said he never made you drink it. Is that
right?"


"Y... yes, Sir..." confirmed Ben whose eyes were showing a fair amount of
horror that was not lost on the two boys.


"Oh, yeah, fag! It's your lucky day! Hehe!" Master Kitt snickered "Now,
c'mon! You know what to do!"


The fag swallowed hard to get a little courage.


"Please, Masters! Would you please let me drink your tasty piss?" his voice
faltered a little at the end, making them cackle.


"What's wrong, bitch? Fraid you can't stomach it?" asked Master Alec.


"No, no! Sir!! I would love to be able to drink your piss, Sir! It's such
an honor for a faggot like me. I can't..."


"Fine, fine! Shut up!" Master Alec cut him off.


They both started raising their shirts and then lowering their shorts. And
in seconds the boys' dicks were out. Ben was in complete and utter awe. It
was the first time he ever saw them. His owners' dicks. Perfection. Pure
fucking perfection. He was nothing compared to them. He was more and more
convinced of that.


"Open up, fag!" Said Master Alec. And then the two golden streams hit the
back of his throat. Now, it wasn't his first time tasting piss, of
course. A piss drop here and there dangling from the tip of a dirty
dick. That happened to him daily. But drinking a gallon of it was another
story altogether.


"Fucking swallow it, bitch!" they said as he was trying his hardest not to
throw up. His eyes were closed and stinging. He swallowed mouthful after
mouthful of the acrid liquid which was obviously overflowing from his
mouth, drenching his face, hair, neck, upper body "You're wasting all of
it, fag! Fucking drink it!!" complained Master Alec.


"Guys! Lunch is ready!" someone's voice called from the hall.


"Shit!" Master Alec said then he shouted back "Coming!"


The two streams seemed endless as they were soaking his entire torso,
gurgling loudly, filling the overflowing mouth that should have been
swallowing like there was no tomorrow. But no. He really was useless.


"Bah! You fucking suck as a piss tank too, faggot!" master Alec said, a
little disgusted and clearly bored when they finished. Ben's spirit was
sinking faster than ever. He was spurting piss from his nostrils and
coughing his lungs out.


"Told you he wasn't ready!" replied Master Kitt then "C'mon, let's go! I
wanna talk to my brother about the cock cage!" said Master Kitt. His
roommate snorted.


"Dude, he's so gonna turn you down!" Master Alec repeated, amused.


They were clearly putting their dicks back in their pants from the sound of
it. They were so done with him.


"Shut up! He's gonna say yes if I explain it well!" replied Master Kitt.


"Yeah, in your dreams!" They were walking away, towards the door.


"Why do you have to be such an asshole?"


"Hey, I just don't want you to be disappointed. The last time you...."


And they were gone. Not a word to him. He wasn't human after all. He had
been left there, on the floor in a pool of piss, hacking and wheezing. He
had disappointed them once again. They had given him yet another chance to
redeem himself and he had blown it. And on top of that they were gonna cage
his dick now or whatnot. Maybe it was for the best. He so needed to step
the fuck up, because the last thing he wanted was for his gods to have a
defective slave. What if they got rid of him? No! No! `Stupid! Stupid!' he
said to himself. It was not about him at all! The only problem was that it
was unfair to them because they deserved, quite simply, the best.








Freddy was relieved, annoyed and confused, which infuriated him. Yes, all
at the same time. Quite weird but nonetheless true.


He was listening to an extremely interesting lecture on the `Kinematic of a
rigid body' by professor Follard, one of the top experts on Theoretical
Physics. That was pure bliss for an unabashed nerd like him. He had been
looking forward to that since it had been announced, a couple of weeks
before. This guy was about to revolutionize the world of subatomic
particles theories and he got to be there and listen to his words in
person. He didn't think he was gonna be able to do that. Cleaning up after
Ackerman was a bitch and a time consuming one at that. He had woken up at
dawn to be able to finish all the chores before that spoiled little prince
woke up. But it didn't matter. He was there now. It was hard for him not to
be able to attend each and every class like he had figured he would which
of course pissed him off so fucking much. He had no time to catch them
all. Let alone time to revise and fix his notes which had always been his
favorite part. But not today. Today he could enjoy the following two hours
to his heart's content. No masters, no slaves, no frat, no fucking
app. Just him and science. That's why he was relieved.


Now, the reason he was annoyed was sitting right next to him. Beth
Lazarre. How in the world did this girl never ever shut the fuck up?


"...because we need to make sure that our voice is heard, Fred! It's high
time that disgusting alpha male homophobia shit gets left behind! I mean
it's 2022, we are the only state to have..."


They had met at an LGBTQ+ event at the library a few days earlier and, to
put it simply, Beth was his lesbian alter ego. So focused on the battle for
their own inviolable rights, she had no time for friends. Obviously they
had gotten along just fine.


"...and the reason why that happens is that for decades LGBTQ+ communities
have been treated like freaks and..."


"Beth, please, can we talk about this later? I really wanna listen to what
he's saying..." Freddy whispered politely.


"Yeah... yeah... sorry..." she whispered back and stopped talking. For
about eight seconds "I mean, it's so unfair! The whole system is
specifically designed for us to be ostracized, can't you see?!"


"Beth, please..." Freddy tried again.


"Fine, fine!" she replied. This time she sounded irked and a little
offended. Another ten seconds pause then she started again "I'm sorry Fred
but we have to do something! Like organizing a march! Yeah, that's it!
Let's organize a march! We can leave from..."


Unbelievable. Sure, that stuff was of the utmost importance. He had written
the book on gay rights, for fuck's sakes! Not literally but he was their
most ferocious advocate. Always been. Well, he had to admit he wasn't as
active as he used to be. How could he? He had been a little too busy to
care much about anything else but the frat. God he was so scared of getting
kicked out. His dad had given him several pieces of his mind the couple of
times he had hinted he might wanna throw in the towel. And he was right of
course.


"...and what if they try to stop us? I swear I'm gonna chain myself to the
gate of the..."


Freddy tried to block out the girl's whispering and concentrate.


"...by demonstrating that every motion of a planar rigid body is associated
with a single angular velocity and angular acceleration..."


What the hell was he talking about? Shit, he'd missed the first part.


"...can't tell us who we're supposed to love... describing the angular
displacement... I mean, what is this, 1955?... of an arbitrary line
inscribed in the body..."


Fuuuuuuuuck!!!! He would have liked to scream in frustration. Of course he
didn't. He was Freddy Toph, not some stupid ape. He tried to calm
down. Beth's voice mixed with his professor's and turned into
unintelligible white noise. Freddy found himself thinking about what was
waiting for him in the afternoon. Scott had soccer practice which meant his
feet were gonna be especially gross to lick. His stomach turned
slightly. The dude never showered before, of course. Why would he? Stupid
jock. Although, in all honesty Freddy had discovered he was quite partial
to the whole foot licking thing. He liked it as a sexual thing. The problem
was that there was nothing sexual about it. The only reason they were doing
that whole damn thing was to humiliate him. Sure Scott was so stupidly hot
that it was extremely difficult for Freddy not to buckle at the knees
whenever he was around. But still. Damn. His tune had definitely changed
lately. He had gone from `can't stand the guy, hate his guts' to `I don't
mind licking his feet cause he's hot'. What the hell was wrong with him?
The super proud gay rights activist had become nothing more than a foot
licker for his straight, homophobic roommate. Great. Just great. Exactly
how he imagined his freshman year to be. If that's not confusing, what is?
The taste in his mouth was definitely bitter. But it was better than what
it was going to be in three hours or so when Scott came back from practice,
sweaty as fuck and he was gonna have to kneel in front of him, take off his
dirty cleats... Fuck! No, no, no, no! He couldn't have forgotten!!! FUCK!!!
His cleats. He hadn't cleaned them. Why the fuck had he not cleaned them?
He checked his watch. 2.36. He had time. Scott never left for practice
before 3.15. Yeah, he could fix this. But he had to go right that instant.


"Sorry Beth, I just remembered I..." he tried to come up with something but
couldn't "I gotta go, something came up!"


"W... wait..." she whispered.


But he didn't. He silently got up, walked towards the door and bolted
towards the frat house.












"Well?"


Scott smiled back at his buddy. Zach had definitely grown on him in the
last few weeks. The smart jock looked down at the two fags diligently at
work and pondered his answer.


"You're right. Yours licks better." he stated.


"Right?! I told you!" Zach said triumphantly "In your face, asswipe!" he
boasted to Nate, flipping him off.


"Shut up!" replied Nate. Then he turned to Scott, a little frustrated
"Dude! You're killing me!!" Nathan Jones was also a sophomore, just like
Zach. He was a huge, ripped guy, a wrestler and generally speaking he
wasn't the type of guy you'd wanna piss off. Like ever. Zach and him had
kinda taken a liking to their underclassman so the three of them had become
pretty tight. They were funny and off-the-charts chill which was exactly
what Scott was looking for.


"Hey, I call `em like I see them!" he said defensively.


Zach was gloating shamelessly.


"What the fuck! How is his bitch better than mine?" Nate complained a
little childishly.


Scott thought about it for a second. The two stupid fags were still lapping
on the soles of his feet, one each. But Nate's slave, the one on the left,
was clearly panicking. That was pretty fucking sick. He grinned.


"Well, his bitch has been sticking his tongue between my toes like there's
no tomorrow. Yours just licks the soles and that's kinda boring." the
second he said it, that lazy bitch started making up for it, slobbering
frantically.


"Too late, fag!" Scott cackled "Should've done it sooner!"


"Hear, hear!" Zach quipped.


"Whatever!" grunted Nate "Mine's still better with shoes!" Again he sounded
petty and childish but that was pretty much his prerogative.


"No shit! You make him lick all your sneakers like twice a day! You fucking
hog him. He's never available!" Zach protested.


"Hey! There's no rule against it!" Nate shrugged "But Scott's right, bitch!
You're a fucking lousy foot-licker and you know what's gonna happen to you
if you don't get better!" He kicked the side of the fag's face playfully,
making him moan stupidly. Then he turned to Scott again "Can you at least
give him a C? I don't want him to get more than a week detention. He's
always unusable after Blake's training."


"Sure! C it is!" Scott replied.


"Thanks bro!" he said, then kicked the fag's face again, harder this time
and added "What do you say to the nice Master, bitch?"


"Thank you so much, Master! You're too kind, I don't deserve it, Sir! I'm
just a faggot!" the slave whined, with Scott's toes covering his mouth. He
was quite clearly alarmed by what was coming for him, which again, was
pretty entertaining to watch.


"Hehe! You sure are, bitch!" he snickered.


"How bout mine?" Zach asked, all smug.


"Oh, that's an A, for sure!" Scott said, vastly amused by the whole
conversation. It was hard to say who was happiest, Zach or his dumb bitch.


"Fuck yeah! Watch it Cameron, I'm coming for you!" joked Zach. The whole
`mine and yours' thing was just for kicks, obviously. Nate and Zach were
both second years which meant they did not own a private slave but they
were indeed the ones who had tamed those two queers. Of course it was only
natural that they thought of them as their own. Scott could relate. That
pink haired homo was his, alright. No questions about it.


"Well done, fag! Guess you get to taste my dick later. Haven't nutted in
like two days. I'mma feed you the load of the decade! You just won the
fucking lottery!" said Zach.


The fag's snout lit up like fucking Christmas day.


"Thank you, Sir! I'm so grammpfmmm..." he got cut off by Scott's foot
pressing on his lips.


"Didn't you get head last night?" asked Nate "That blond chick from the
club? I saw you guys head for the bathroom after the gig."


Zach frowned a little then went:


"Shit, you're right, I forgot."


"Dude, you're hopeless!" Nate said, shaking his head.


"Who is she anyway?" asked Scott while distractedly trying to shove his
whole foot down Nate's fag's throat.


"One of our groupies..." yawned Zach over the gagging sounds.


"Groupies? What, you famous now?" mocked Nate.


"What else do you call girls that come to all your gigs and let you fuck
them when you're done playing?" Zach shrugged.


"What?" asked Scott, impressed. "You got those?"


"Yeah, a couple of `em." Zach replied extremely nonchalant "But it gets
boring. They let us do anything we want." he yawned again, showily
stretching.


"And that's bad, because...?" Scott enquired, entertained.


"It's not, it's just... like, we fucked them so many times, the whole band
I mean..." he scratched his crotch "It's kinda like sticking your dick
inside a fucked out whore, you know what I mean?" he snickered and the
other two joined in.


"Fucking gross, bro!" commented Nate.


"Hehe, yeah, exactly!" Zach agreed "Besides this fag right here sucks dick
waaaaay better than they do, anyways! Don't you bitch?" The sophomore
petted the bitches hair with his foot.


"Well, that's for sure!" Nate added distractedly, now texting someone.


Scott shrugged.


"Wouldn't know. Don't think I'll ever be ok with a fag touching my junk."


"What the fuck, dude! We've been over this!" Zach rolled his eyes in
exasperation.


"Woah, woah, wait a minute!" Nate looked up from his phone "You mean to
tell me that you've never had one of these fuckers suck you off? C'mon,
man! Are you for real?"


Apparently it was news to him.


"Look, guys, it's just too weird, ok?" Scott replied defensively, now
slapping one of the fags with his foot.


"Oh, man, I give up!" Zach said.


"No!" said Nate stubbornly "Fuck that shit, bro! You're looking at it the
wrong way!"


"Whatever, man! It's still sex... with a dude..." Scott leveled with them.


"RIght! And you think we'd go for that?" Nate said, somewhere between
disgusted and a little pissed "There's nothing sexual about it, bro!" he
explained "You wouldn't have a problem using a fleshlight to jerk off,
would you?"


"No, I guess."


"Well, they're nothing more than that, bro!" Nate explained.


"Yeah, yeah, I know, but..."


"No! No buts!" said Nate "Know what your problem is? You still think of `em
as people, man! They're not!"


"Thank you!!" exploded Zach in exasperation "I've been telling him that for
weeks now!"


Scott looked at both his friends. He didn't really know what to say.


"Yeah, I'll bet!!" Nate snickered "But, I mean, I can't blame him. It took
me a couple of months to really get comfortable with the idea, so you're
good, bro!"


"Really?" asked Zach in surprise "I was ok with it right off the bat!" he
shrugged.


"Yeah, that's cause you're brain-damaged!" Said Nate.


Zach flipped him off again, with both hands. They all snickered.


Once again, Scott found himself a little torn between his friends' words
and his own conscience. It was all well and good but the idea of another
dude sucking on his dick was... well, gay. On the other hand everybody in
that frat was doing it. And clearly none of `em were fags. So what to do?
Was it high time he gave it a try?


"Hey, where's your bitch, anyways?" Nate asked after a couple of minutes.


"Dunno, class probably." Scott shrugged.


"How's the Taming going?"


"Much better than I thought, actually." Scott replied honestly, with a
satisfied little grin. "He pretty much licks feet on cue now, which didn't
take too long, considering what a pain in the ass he was."


"Hehe! Yeah, well, with all the fag drug they swallow every day..."
snickered Nate.


"Is that stuff as powerful as they say?" asked Scott.


Zach shrugged "Kinda fries their brain. Makes them obedient." he said it
knowingly, like someone had explained that to him.


"Well, that stupid pink haired freak never drinks those fucking sodas. I
don't think he was that affected by it." Scott vented.


"Dude, what are you talking about?" asked Nate "It's in their food as
well!"


"What?" asked Scott, surprised.


"Tsk! Yeah, totally, bro!" said Zach "Everything they eat is chock full of
that shit!"


"But, like we all eat the same stuff..." frowned Scott.


The other two boys smiled.


"Do you know who prepares the stuff we all eat?" asked Zach.


"Who?"


"The faggots." replied Nate "And obviously they make sure to spike their
own food with the fag drug while ours is clean."


"You gotta be shitting me!" Scott said incredulously.


"Nope! Nothing else they can do, really. That shit is super addictive!"
Zach yawned again.


"Yeah, but this is just till after the Taming. When the two freshmen become
real slaves, then they can all go back to eating from their fucking dog
bowl, as usual." explained Nate.


"Can't wait, bro! It's kinda weird seeing these fags standing up and
walking around like people all the time." commented Zach, checking his
phone lazily.


"Wow! So they're pretty much doing this to themselves, huh?" asked Scott.


"You bet!" replied Nate.


"Well, that's pretty fucking pathetic, if you ask me!" chuckled Scott.


"Haha! Well, duh!" cackled the wrestler.


"That's why we're saying you really shouldn't consider them as people!
C'mon, bro!" pressed Zach, impatiently.


"Alright, alright! I get it! They're not people, they're just... what?
Toys? Playthings?" he asked.


"Finally! Took you long enough!" commented Zach in that moodily grunt
bratty preteens always use.


They all chatted and snickered for a while longer, talking straight boys'
talk and enjoying their innate right to be worshiped like teenage gods in
that surreal, yet extremely pleasant place they lived in. Then Scott
checked his watch.


"Shit, guys, I gotta split." he wiped the fags' drool on the fags' shirts,
leaving both of them with their mouths open and tongues out.


"Alright, bro! Catch you later!" his friends said as he walked out of their
room.








Freddy's heart was still beating rather fast. He had managed to reach the
frat house, run to their room, fetch Scott's cleats and clean them to
perfection. All in under twenty minutes. No trace of the soccer stud. He
probably should have relaxed but there was a sense of guilt rushing all
through his body. He was now looking around the room, in fear of having
forgotten something else he was supposed to have done. And of course that's
when Scott walked in and found him on his knees, cleats in his hands. The
stud frowned at him.


"What are you doing here?"


Freddy panicked a little but he managed to keep a straight face.


"Uhm, I just thought I'd give your cleats a last minute shine... you know,
for good luck..." he said innocently.


Scott smirked.


"Well, well, guess you're really getting into this slave thing, aren't you,
bitch?"


Freddy masked his annoyance and mumbled "Sure..."


"Hehe! No complaints here!" Scott chuckled "Hell, if you wanna keep being
my slave even after the taming is over, I might let you but you have to ask
reeeeeeal nice!"


"Yeah, in your dreams..." commented Freddy through gritted teeth, still
keeping his temper in check.


"Hehe! You never know!" Scott slapped his face playfully a couple of times,
smirking like crazy. So annoyingly hot. "Is my bag ready?" he asked, then
headed for the bathroom.


"Yes, sir... it's right here, on your bed..." Freddy said automatically,
putting the jock's cleats inside of it.


"Good bitch!" The boy's words were covered by his loud pissing. He wouldn't
even close the door anymore and Freddy got to see his perfect cock, even if
from a distance. That was so hot. The times he had dreamed about that
cock. Unbelievable. He was getting hard again. What was wrong with him?
Sure, he was a teenager but his dick got hard like twenty five times a day
and in all sorts of situations. Well, mostly every single time Scott was
involved. Yeah. No matter how gross or humiliating the shit he was putting
him through, he got hard every time the guy so much as looked at him. As
much as he hated to admit it, it was pointless not to be honest with
himself. Stupid fucking brain! He lowered his eyes before Scott could catch
him. Of course he didn't flush. He never did. Why bother, right?


"I'll need you here in a couple of hours." he said smiling "You haven't
licked my feet in two days. You must be starving! Hehe!" he teased as he
sat on his bed.


"Yes, sir..." Freddy said flatly as he fetched his roommate's sneakers. He
then kneeled in front of him and started to put them on. Socks first. Then
the sneakers. He then bowed down and kissed the top of his shoes without
anybody telling him to. It was routine by now.


"Well, done! You know, what? I'm feeling generous. If I'm still in a good
mood after practice I might give you a nice treat." the boy said with a
mysterious smile.


Freddy frowned, slightly.


"Ok... thanks..." he replied, uncertain. God that guy was too fucking
handsome to be real. Why did he have no self-restraint when it came to him?


"Alright, bitch! I'm off!" he said, getting up "Oh, by the way, Cliff said
he wants to talk to you so go find him and be nice to him, you hear? He's a
friend, don't embarrass me!!"


"Yes, Sir..."


"Cool! Later, bitch!"


The second he left, Freddy lay back on the floor and sighed loudly.


"Shit, that was close." He murmured. Now what the fuck did Cliff Jensen, a
senior, want with him?








"What the fuck!? Did you make me come up here for this, twerp?" Cameron
looked mildly annoyed "I said no like two hours ago, I'm not gonna change
my mind!" he said in a final tone.


"But why not?" Kitt whined like the spoiled brat he was.


"Because those are for the ceremony, I already explained this to you, at
lunch, remember? Again, literally not two hours ago!" he repeated, his
eyebrows raised, still in mild irritation.


"But c'mon, bro! Can't you make an exception? Pleeeeease?" Kitt couldn't
have sounded more childish even if he'd tried "I don't wanna have to see
his dick out!"


"Then use the regular cock-cages in the basement, like I told you!" Cameron
was being incredibly patient, considering everything.


"But those are boring! I wanna electrocute his balls. C'mon, man!"


Alec was smiling from his bed. It was funny to see that big bro-lil' bro
routine. He didn't have siblings so it was kinda new to him but by the
looks of it, he was pretty sure he would have enjoyed a little brotherly
company growing up.


Cameron rolled his eyes exasperated and turned to Alec.


"Jesus fucking Christ, dude! How do you put up with him?"


Alec chuckled.


"Well, I actually agree with him on this one, prez!" The blond boy replied
"C'mon, it's fun! What's the harm in that?!" He tried to sound innocent.


"See???" pressed Kitt.


Cameron laughed and shook his head.


"Look! I fucking love the way you guys think but you're gonna have to
wait... AND before you start yapping..." he added, shoving his index into
his kid brother's face "...trust me when I tell you that running this place
is not as easy as I make it look!"


Alec and Kitt both frowned at the mysterious words.


"What's that supposed to mean?" Kitt asked.


"Exactly what I said." simply said Cameron "Nothing you should concern
yourself with, twerp! But if I say no, it's no." His tone was gentle but
firm. It elicited no reply other than a defeated:


"Fine..."


"BUT, there's tons of stuff you can do to his balls that are just as much
fun, you know?" Cameron smirked at them.


"Yeah, right! Like what?" Kitt retorted as bratty as he could sound.


"Well, let's see! You've tried kicking, stomping... I'm assuming you've
been using your old rod for whipping... nice!"


"Yeah..." said Kitt, now smirking proudly.


"How `bout you start using your imagination and step it up a little?"
Cameron had a meaningful smirk on his face. Alec smiled back.


"We're all ears, prez!" said the boy.


The senior reached into the pocket of his jeans and produced a lighter. It
was absolutely nothing special but the two freshmen's faces lit up. That
ordinary object opened up a world of possibilities.


"Ohohohoho!!! This is gonna be epic!!!" guffawed Kitt.


"Have fun, boys! Just don't burn down the building, ok?" Cameron winked at
them.


"You got it, prez!" said Alec.






Number 9 had witnessed that whole exchange with the utmost terror in his
eyes. He was still lying on the floor in that same position, drenched in
the Masters' piss because no one had bothered to free his hands so that he
could clean up the mess he had made. They had just talked about him like he
wasn't even in the room which not only was a given at this point, but it
felt absolutely right because Number 9 knew he was not worthy of taking
part in any conversations those straight boys might have. But he was gonna
be the one to feel all the pain that new idea was gonna bring forward.


When Cameron left, the two boys turned to him smirking evilly. Master Alec
fished his phone out of his pocket and after a few seconds Number 9 felt
the handcuffs come off.


"We're heading out to class, fag! This place better be spotless when we
come back." said Master Alec.


"Yes Sir!" Number 9 replied.


"Yeah, we got two whole hours to come up with loads of fun shit to do to
you! Hehe!" said Master Kitt.


"Yes, Sir!" Number 9 lifted himself into a kneeling position and he bowed
his head to the floor.


"Yes Sir!" master Kitt mimicked him in a girlish voice. Then a painful blow
to the side of the head "You stupid fucking faggot!" he snickered and
Number 9 moaned.


"Thank you for kicking my face, Sir!" whined the slave. The two gorgeous
boys laughed at him and left him there.








Freddy was nervous to say the least. He adjusted his pink mohawk before
knocking rather cautiously.


"Who is it?" came the voice of the treasurer of the frat.


"It's Freddy... I mean Number 8..." the boy corrected himself. It still
didn't come natural to him. Which was a good thing, of course! Referring to
yourself as a number was... whatever.


"Come in!"


The room was big and the owner was quite clearly not sharing with
anyone. There were pics of naked girls on the walls and sport trophies on
the shelves. Honestly, a jock's college room couldn't have been more cliche
and Cliff Jensen was a byword for jock cliche. Captain of the basketball
team, uber popular, three or four girlfriends at a time, tons of jock
friends... you know, the whole nine yards. He was on his bed wearing a red
wife beater and shorts, texting absentmindedly. He didn't even look
up. Freddy hadn't exchanged a single word with him, like ever. He was
intimidating. A super tall guy, lean and ripped, ridiculously handsome,
with those piercing blue eyes, short dark hair, defined jawline and cool
tats on his biceps. But that went for like all the dumb apes in that
frat. Every single one of them looked like they'd come out of a GQ
photoshoot. Unbelievable.


Freddy walked to the side of the bed and kneeled down, waiting. That was
standard procedure even though he had no idea why he had been
summoned. Hence the anxiety. Cliff didn't even acknowledge his presence. He
kept texting, sometimes smiling at the replies he got. A couple of minutes
went by in that awkward silence that irked Freddy.


"Uhm... Sir?" he finally said.


"Shut up." Cliff replied. Not even a look in his direction.


Freddy swallowed. It was so irritating to be subjected to that. Yeah, but
not enough to risk running your mouth. Maybe he was just getting used to
the way things worked in that weird place, which was indeed a depressing
thought.


Five more minutes went by. And then the freshman couldn't take it any
longer.


"Sir, you're busy. Maybe I should come back later..." he said it the most
polite way possible. Cliff finally looked at him. He was not impressed.


"Well, you just got yourself a D in subservience, slave! That's not good!"
he said in a patronizing tone.


"But, Sir, I just thought you might want..." Freddy replied a little
indignantly. He simply didn't do low grades. He never had.


"Let's make it an E. Wanna keep going?" Cliff had now turned in a sitting
position, his feet on the hardwood floor. He was looking at him right in
the eye, probably trying to catch any sign of defiance. God, he was so hot.


Freddy lowered his eyes and decided for the most obvious course of
action. He prostrated himself in front of the jock.


"I'm so sorry, Sir..." he said meekly and kissed his bare feet a few times
"I'm still trying to learn, Sir..." he kissed again and again. He had never
kissed anyone's feet other than Scott's. Shoes, yeah, countless times at
this point, but not feet. Somehow it didn't bother him that much anymore.


"Yeah, not doing a great job, are you?" Cliff said.


"I'm... I'm really sorry, Sir..." Freddy didn't know what else to say as he
kept kissing those feet almost tenderly. Unbelievable what his life had
come to.


"Alright, let's see what we got here!" Cliff said then. Freddy couldn't
afford another screw up so he kept at it. Besides, if he was being honest
with himself this guy had such nice feet. Big and strong with long
toes. The smell was pungent but not unbearable and he found himself not
minding it at all. The younger boy curiously tilted his head and peered up,
to see what the Junior was doing. He had his phone in one hand and was
looking through stuff. He distractedly gave his crotch a nice, manly
scratch and Freddy realized his own dick was getting hard again. "Here we
go! Mmmmm! Well, you're not doing too bad, considering..." Cliff's deep
voice shook him out of his thoughts. Freddy realized he was probably
looking at his... grades? "But you're way behind, dude!"


"Uhm... What... what do you mean, Sir?" the boy frowned, never stopping
that super humiliating worshiping.


"Well, first of all, you got a 53% in the required listening! What gives?"
Cliff asked, annoyed.


"Well... I..."


"You're supposed to listen to at least 10 recordings a day to get it up to
100%. And that's the minimum required here." Cliff explained "Anything
lower than that and you get detention." He was talking the way you do when
you're dealing with someone really stupid


"De... detention, Sir?" Freddy was almost outraged.


"Yeah, and let me tell you, it's no joke! Blake is pretty rough with..."


"Blake, Sir?!" the younger boy dropped any hint of attitude and straight up
panicked.


"Yeah, he usually handles the punishment." Cliff said carelessly.


"No, please, Sir! I'll... I'll catch up! I swear! I'll do twenty every day!
Twenty recordings, huh? How's that, Sir? Please, let me fix this!" Freddy
automatically started lapping the top of those feet. That salty, savage
taste he was growing accustomed to filled his mouth instantly. He was
begging shamelessly, after all it felt so appropriate.


"Yeah, well, that's a start..." Cliff said, now clearly entertained and
amused by his behavior "...but it's not nearly enough, you need to get your
grades up and you need to do it fast!" the boy explained as Freddy's mouth
kept watering the more he slurped "And you should play on your strengths!
Didn't you mama teach you that? I mean, let's take `foot licking'..." he
said business like "You obviously love it since you started drooling on
mine the second you walked in..." he snickered and Freddy felt a pang in
his stomach "... and that's great and all but, you should totally do it
with way more reverence and respect, you know what I mean, slave? Cause
that's what you are. A slave! Remember?"


"Y... yes, Sir..." Freddy replied meekly.


"Then show Scott how much you love doing it!" again with the patronizing
tone "Maybe if you do, he might turn this C minus into a B, who knows?"


"I... I... got a C... minus ... in `foot licking'?" Somehow that made him
so sad.


"Yep, but it's better than the D plus you have in `beck `n call' or the E
in `shoe licking'." Cliff said conversationally "E? Really? What kinda
grade is that?" he was tsking with his tongue and shaking his head,
disapprovingly. Surreal as that conversation might have been, he was
getting the scolding he had never gotten from a real teacher. He didn't
like it. He didn't like it one bit. "Tidying up and laundry duty are both
ok but in bathroom cleaning you got another C minus. Your master's not
impressed at all slave, and that's reeeeaally bad cause his happiness
should be the ONLY thing that matters to you right now!"


"I'm... I'm sorry, Sir... I... it's... really hard..." he justified
himself. Cliff chuckled.


"Well, duh! Of course it is, slave! But that's YOUR problem, not mine, nor
Scott's!" he said unsympathetically. "And remember, he's got nothing to
prove, unlike you. You need to start taking this thing way more seriously
if you even wanna have a shot at being considered."


Freddy had a hurricane of emotions inside of him. Was this guy for real? He
had done the impossible for that ungrateful, spoiled, stupid ape he had the
misfortune to share a room with. And all for what? He needed to say
something. That whole thing was so humiliating it was inhumane. His
thoughts were racing almost as much as his tongue. Cliff's long toes were
now covered in his spit and as much as he hated himself for it, Freddy
simply couldn't stop licking.


"And look at all the shit you haven't even done yet!" Cliff added and then
he did something that made Freddy almost forget his own anger. He turned
both his feet sideways, exposing his soles and wiggling his toes.


"Wh... what?" Freddy asked but his mind was mainly focused on gathering up
as much saliva as he could and giving a long tongue bath to those perfect
looking soles. He had clearly been walking barefoot cause they were
dirty. Freddy didn't even register that. He savored the first lick and
almost got shivers down his spine.


"I see a bunch of NAs here. Does that mean he hasn't covered that part of
the training yet or you refused to do it? Cause if it's the latter, you
should get an F!"


Freddy put the tongue back in his mouth and let that tasty boy's foot sweat
violate his senses then eagerly swallowed the dirt he had collected. He was
confused by it but he felt like he needed to reply.


"N... no Sir... I never refused him anything, Sir... I wouldn't do that,
Sir..." He said it quickly because he couldn't wait to give another long
lick.


"Yeah, well, it's still your fault, slave! Your master must have thought
you couldn't handle the rest and that's why he didn't put you through it."
Cliff now sounded distracted again. He had just received another text.


Freddy kept licking his feet but didn't trust himself to reply. He was so
horny now but his thoughts were all over the place. Anger, disappointment,
sadness, attraction, fear just to name a few.


"You know, I don't think your dad would be impressed if he knew about this
whole thing. I mean, the grades, the fact that you're way behind that other
slave, Number 9." Cliff said suddenly.


And that's when shit got real.


"M... my dad... Sir?" Freddy's poor brain was overloading.


"Yeah, Ted, right? He used to be in this frat, I'm sure you know that."


"Y... yes Sir..." Freddy's eyes widened in horror.


"I mean I see him from time to time at alumni meetings and he's totally
gonna ask about you." Freddy's licks were now frantic. "And I'm also sure
he'd be pretty fucking disappointed if he ever found out, don't you think?"


"Y... yes, Sir... he... he doesn't need to know... please don't tell
him..." he was licking those feet so hard it must have been funny to watch
"I'll do way, way better, Sir!" he promised "I'll be the best slave you've
ever had in this frat, Sir! Ever!"


"Wow! That's some very bold claim, slave!" Cliff snickered.


"I will, Sir! I promise! I'll make sure Master Scott knows I'm ready for
anything, Sir!" Nothing like pure terror and a little competition to fire
up a slave's confidence.


"FIne, you got five days to get your grades up, or I guess you'll be seeing
a lot of Blake!" Cliff said even more amused.


"Yes, Sir! I understand!!" Freddy replied, almost happy to have been given
this chance to prove himself.


"Good! You done with your little snack down there, slave?"


Freddy actually looked down to see if his feet were clean enough and when
he realized what he'd just done he felt his cheeks burn like crazy with
shame.


"Y.. yes, Sir..." he replied "Thank you for letting me lick your feet
clean, Sir!"


"Hehe! Nice touch and you're welcome! Now get the fuck out!"








Scott was completely drenched in sweat when he left the locker rooms. It
had been a really nice training session and he was in pretty high
spirits. He was starting to work well with the team and although he didn't
exactly get along with every single one of the guys, most of them were
cool. Of course, having Cameron there was pretty fucking great. The guy was
an awesome player and quite frankly also easy to admire. The freshman
grabbed his phone as he passed a hand through his soggy hair. Fuck, it must
have been 100 degrees. He realized he smelled like shit and was actually
looking forward to a nice, cold shower but there was no rush. Scott smirked
thinking of the pink-haired fag waiting for him just cause he'd told him
to. He was definitely starting to love the power trip and the prospect of
spending the next four years of his life in that frat. Pretty much served
and worshiped like a fucking god was growing on him more and more every
day.


"Hey, Scott?!" a cute, perky blond ran towards him. She was wearing her
cheerleading get up.


"Hey... uhm..." no idea what her name was.


"Hannah!" she prompted.


"Right, of course!" he replied. She had never spoken to him but she was
smiling warmly. She was hot and Scott found himself checking out her rack a
little ravenously. "So, what's up?" he asked.


She shrugged. "Nothing, just wanted to say that I was watching you earlier
and you were, like, totally awesome!" the way she looked and sounded was
screaming `Valley Girl'.


"Thanks!" he said, pulling back his sweaty hair and smirking quite visibly.


"Sure! And don't let that jerk Donovan get to you!" she said
sympathetically, touching his arm.


"Uhm... ok..." Scott frowned slightly.


"You know, last year he, like, dated my friend Julie and he was such a dick
to her! And I heard he can be, like, impossible with freshmen, so just be
careful, ok?" she vented, pulling one of her locks behind her ear. She was
clearly flirting.


"Alright, thanks for the tip!" he smiled back at her. It was high time he
broke in that super comfy bed he had back at the frat house. "What are you
doing later?"


She smiled bashfully and purred "Why?"


"Cause I'm taking you out." he said cheekily "How bout 7?"


"Yeah, that's, like, perfect!" she giggled and gave him her number..


"Awesome! Later then!" he smiled again then turned around and walked
away. He simply couldn't stop smirking. He needed a nice fuck and Valley
Girl definitely seemed slutty enough to put out on cue.


The boy checked his texts and realized there was a voice message from
Cliff. Must have been about the fag inspection. He played it with a certain
amount of curiosity.


`Alright, dude! So I talked to the fag and gave him a few tips to raise his
grades. Pretty sure you're gonna like them.' The senior's voice was
definitely amused. Scott chuckled `Problem is you're not pushing that homo
hard enough, man! I mean, you haven't even gotten to pitt or ass licking
and you're still letting him clean your shoes with a rag? Dude, it's been
three weeks, c'mon!' He wasn't really angry he was just giving him a
friendly wake up call `And what's this about no cocksucking? Bro, the fag
would totally do it even if he wasn't hooked up on that shit. What's the
hold up?' Scott rolled his eyes and scratched his cheek muttering `Alright,
already!'


`Look, I get it! You're getting used to it and all but, trust me man, you
don't wanna be the guy who did a half-assed job taming that fag, cause,
first of all, that only leads to having `ok slaves' around the frat and
none of us need those. They're completely fucking useless and then, I mean,
you're gonna let blondie and mini-Cam upstage you? Really? It's a shame. I
had my money on you. Just saying, bro...'


And the message ended.


Scott snorted. What the fuck! Did Cliff really think he could play him that
easily? Did he think he was gonna get all jealous and shit? Please! Well,
ok, maybe it WAS working a little. He was, after all, a highly competitive
jock and losing, in whatever form, simply was not an option. Alright, so it
was settled. He was simply gonna have that little fag trained to
perfection, no question about it. It was so on now! He had time, the
deadline was weeks away, after all and he was gonna make sure that at that
stupid ceremony the dumb queer was gonna grovel, begging, in tears, in
front of everybody to become his own fucking personal property for
life. Yep, he had all the fucking time he needed to make that happen. That
being said, it was probably wise to move it along a little.






Freddy was pacing nervously in the room he shared with Scott. A room he had
cleaned a second time after his talk with Cliff, out of sheer sense of
guilt. The jock was gonna show up any moment and the gay boy was hoping to
god he was gonna manage to keep his own foolish pride in check. There was
simply no time for it. He had heard Cliff's words loud and clear. It was a
hard pill to swallow, no doubt, but he could manage for a few weeks. He was
only pretending to be ok with all this craziness after all, he could keep
it up, no problem. Right? He swallowed nervously. Sure, it was humiliating
and disgusting... well, the latter way less than the former if he was being
honest. Once again he was forced to face the fact that the foot licking was
growing on him way faster than he wanted. He sighed. Then, all of a sudden,
there were steps in the hall and he went down on all fours. The door opened
and the handsome, sweaty teenager appeared wearing his sleeveless football
jersey and flip flops. Freddy crawled to him and kissed the top of both his
warm, clammy feet.


"Welcome back, Master!" he said way more enthusiastically than usual.


"Wow, you missed me that much? Hehe?" Scott mocked.


"Y... yes, Sir... like you said, I haven't licked your feet in a while
and... and..." Freddy looked up. Scott was smirking widely while chewing
gum.


"And what, slave?" he said.


"I... I really like licking your feet, Sir..." the gay boy said meekly.


Scott snickered.


"Took you long enough to admit it, fag! Hehe!"


It was the first time ever Scott had used that kind of offensive slur to
his face. Freddy's normal reaction would have been `pure outrage'. He
didn't say anything though, except:


"Yes, Sir... now, may I please be allowed to lick your perfect feet, Sir?"
Freddy realized he was acting completely over the top and he knew he wasn't
exactly a great actor. Scott simply smirked and walked towards the bed. His
sweat stained jersey showed off his biceps and Freddy felt his mouth
water. Scott dropped his gym bag on the floor and threw himself on the
freshly made king-size bed.

"C'mere!" he ordered, crossing his muscular arms behind his head and
showing his pits so smugly that it was equally hot and unnerving.


Freddy obeyed, not even considering replying. The straight jock was
smirking from one ear to another.


"If you really wanna lick my feet that badly, why don't you start with the
bottom of my flip flops?"


Freddy opened his eyes wide, in horror. It had to be a joke.


"What?" he said, a little louder than he had intended.


Scott raised an eyebrow. "Careful!" he taunted, clearly delighted by the
power he had over him.


"I'm... I'm sorry, Sir..." the gay boy regained control "It's just
that... we've never done this before..."


"I know, that's why I'm telling you to do it. It's in your job
description. You might as well get started!" God, his perfect features were
twisted in such a cheeky expression, Freddy's brain was sure he was
supposed to punch him or something. Not his body though. It was a mixture
of realizing that reacting badly would have jeopardized everything he had
been working for so far and... well... the fact that he kinda... sort
of... wanted to... maybe... obey? No, that couldn't have been it.


Regardless, he understood there was no getting out of it.


"Sir... I... is this really n..." but he stopped himself. He thought of
Cliff's words. Why was he questioning Scott's requests? "Yes, Sir..." he
said eventually.


"Hehehe! Nice, slave! Digging the change of attitude! Hehe!" Scott cackled.


Freddy didn't think about it. He stuck his tongue out as hard as he could
and licked the bottom of his roommate's flip flop from heel to toe.


"Hahaha! That's it! That's what I'm talking about!" Scott praised him in
the most derisive tone known to humanity. Freddy didn't even put his tongue
back in his mouth. He went straight for a second lick but the handsome jock
moved his foot away. "Woah, woah, wait! No fair. You gotta taste it first!"


Freddy was reluctant to do so but he slowly obeyed and swallowed the nasty
dark shit that was stuck to his tongue. Gross. Yet the situation was beyond
arousing.


"Yummy?" mocked Scott.


Freddy nodded, disgust showing from his expression. He could do this!


"Hahaha! Good! There, now you can have some more!" Scott snickered and
moved the foot back closer to the gay boy's face. Freddy looked down. He
didn't have it in him to hold the other one's gaze. He repeated the
operation on the same flip flop. "Oh, man that is so fucking gross, I don't
know how you do it!" Scott commented, still snickering.


Freddy thought it was a good opportunity to shine and with way more candor
that he would have liked to show, he answered "Because I'm a slave, Sir..."


Now Scott's reaction was different from what Freddy had thought. He was
expecting stupid cackles and something along the lines of `Yeah, you are,
bitch!'


But the straight boy simply smirked at him "See, I know you're just saying
what I wanna hear and that you think you're hating aaaaaall this but I'll
tell you something: in a couple of weeks you'll be asking me to do it. I'll
bet you anything." he kept chewing his gum and smirking quite evilly at
him. Freddy didn't trust himself to reply. He finished cleaning the first
rubbery bottom and moved on to the second. An awkward silence "Not so glib
anymore, huh? Is that cause you know I'm right?" the handsome jock
pressed. No answer. He shrugged "I mean if you think about it, when this
whole thing started, you'd never 've gotten your face near another guy's
foot. Now you can't wait to lick mine!" he kept smirking "I mean, I just
got done training, in this fucking heat. I'm so fucking gross I can't even
stand it, yet the second I walked into this room you begged me to lick the
sweat off my nasty ass feet. And don't even try to tell me you're just
doing this to get into the frat cause we both know you love that shit for
real."


Freddy looked up, confused. He had almost finished licking the second sole
clean. "Wh... what are you saying?"


Scott shrugged. "I'm just stating facts, man!" he said "For a proud guy
who's always talking about gay rights and homophobia and that straight
dudes' toxic masculinity bullshit, aren't you liking this slave thing a
little too much?"


"But... I'm... like..." Freddy stuttered and Scott cut him off.


"And the funny thing is it's not some lame BDSM role play with your
boyfriend..." Freddy resumed licking the filthy sole, while listening to
that guy's words "No, you actually love being some straight jock's
bitch. Can't you see the irony in that? I mean it's no secret what I think
of gays. You pointed it out to me like a million times!" he was relentless
"Yet you're licking the shit off the bottom of my flip flops only so that
I'll let you lick the sweat off my feet." Freddy swallowed hard another
mouthful of grimy spit. Scott smirked again "All that stuff you've been
listening to is finally starting to get to you, hehehe!"


Freddy looked down again. He was devastated. Every single word the jock had
said was spot on. He might have tried to deny it but to what use? He had a
raging boner that was actually about to explode in his pants. For what?
Cause of what he just got to lick or what he was maybe gonna be allowed to?
What was wrong with him? Everything he had ever believed in. His rights,
his human rights! What was rightfully his. What the hell was he doing? Was
he actually being influenced by all those recordings he'd been forced to
listen to? And he had just promised Cliff he was gonna quadruple the
amount. He started to panic. He didn't know what to say but his lips moved
on their own.


"I'm... I'm sorry..." he mumbled, still looking down.








 Scott frowned but he couldn't help smirking.


"What are you sorry for?" he said with that cunning expression he had
pretty much always had on since he was a kid. "I told you I don't really
have anything against you becoming my slave for good, hehe!" the tone of
his voice could have been mistaken for simple joshing around which was
exactly his intent. It was all about drilling an idea in that homo's
drugged up mind.


The fag had a strange look on his face. Somewhere between horrified and
mortified. It was probably time for a little fix.


"Relax, dude. I'm only kidding." he said "Hey, why don't you get us both a
couple of drinks?"


"Sure..." was the flat reply but the fag quickly crawled to the fridge and
got a blue can for Scott and an orange one for himself. The jock opened his
and sipped calmly at his fizzy drink while the fag started guzzling it down
like there was no tomorrow.


Scott snickered under his breath. `Yeah, you keep drinking that shit by the
gallons, you stupid queer!' he thought. He watched him finish the whole can
in one go and relax immediately. His fighting spirit seemed even more
subdued if possible.


"Feeling better?"


"Y... yes, Sir..."


"Do you still wanna lick my feet?" Scott asked.


"Yes, Sir... Very much, please..." the pink haired bitch said, bowing his
head to the hardwood floor.


Scott snickered again.


"Well, I guess you deserve it. Go on, knock yourself out!"


"Thank you, Sir!" the speed to which the fag moved was hilarious. He went
back to his place at the foot of the bed and removed his flip flops on the
double. And then he started to lick his feet for the umpteenth time that
week and the expression on that cunt's face was priceless. It was like he
was high on something and at this point it was hard to tell if it was the
drugs or Scott's foot sweat.


"Hehe! You see what I mean? You should see the look on your face! Totally
digging it!" And so was Scott. "Well, you do pretty much anything I tell
you. It doesn't really matter to me if it's because you want into this frat
or cause you're actually into being my bitch although, I gotta tell you, NO
straight dude would EVER put up with ANY of this shit, for ANY reason! No
fucking question about it! So my money is on the second one."


The fag didn't reply. He kept slobbering and lapping on his feet like his
life depended on it. His eyes didn't dare meet his own. Time for another
little push.


"For example, what if I stopped calling you `dude' or `man' and started
using more appropriate words like `fag' or `homo' every single time, even
in front of everybody?" the queer was suckling hungrily on his toes "Would
you still beg me to lick my feet when I come back from training?"


The queer finally looked up, a dumb expression on his face. He slowly let
go of his toes and a thread of spit lingered between them and the fag's
mouth. It was so pathetic, it was entertaining to watch. He hesitated for a
couple of seconds, then his expression turned slightly sadder before
saying: "Yes, Sir... I would..."


Scott cackled and tucked one of his damp locks behind his ear. Another
small victory. Damn that felt good!


"Haha! Good to know! We were all tired of this politically correct
bullshit, anyway!" Scott informed him "I'll make sure every single brother
knows, then, fag! Hehe!!"






Freddy felt a pang of guilt in his stomach. Had he just admitted out loud
that licking his roommate's feet was more important to him than his own
fucking dignity? Those horribly offensive words that had always pissed him
off so much... He had to say something. It was not ok... it
was... wrong... He put a few toes in his mouth and bathed them in so much
spit. Then he stuck his tongue between them and sucked the spit again. He
swallowed. Fucking perfection.  He moaned lustfully before he could stop
himself.


"Hehe! Wow, you really love foot sweat that much?" Scott asked, clearly
entertained. Freddy opened his eyes and looked at the cocky smirk on that
guy's gorgeous face.


"Yes, sir..." he replied, embarrassedly. He was not lying. There was no
point anymore. Scott wasn't exactly someone you can trick easily "But not
like... all foot sweat... I just wanna lick yours, Sir..."


The smirk became even wider "How do you know?"


Freddy frowned.


"Uhm... Sir?"


Scott shrugged "Well, have you ever licked other guys' feet before?"


"Uhm... No Sir..." it was a lie. Cliff's toes came to mind immediately but
he didn't feel like it was the right time to confess that.


"Then how can you know you only wanna lick my foot sweat?"


Freddy looked at him with such a dumb expression.


"You can't, not until you try other... flavors, hehe!" he snickered
cockily.


"W... well I... I..." Freddy couldn't really concentrate enough to
formulate a reply.


"The good thing is that you're in a frat full of jocks with sweaty feet you
can beg to lick so make sure you try at least ten of them before you report
back to me tomorrow, ok?"


The taste in Freddy's mouth was so potent it was hard to concentrate but
surely he couldn't have heard him right.


"S... Sir... how am I going to pull it off in... in so little
time... I... I have your laundry to do and... and then there is the
cleaning, the vacuuming... I... I don't think I..." Freddy stopped because
Scott was chuckling delightedly.


"Oh, man! You know what's funny, fag?" the athlete asked "I just told you
to spend the next twenty-four hours begging ten guys to lick their sweaty
feet and your only problem with that is that you don't have enough time?!
Haha!" he continued to chuckle "Let me tell you, you're making it reeeeally
hard for me to believe you're just pretending to like this shit! Hehehe!"


Another pang of guilt even though his dick was as hard as steel. What the
actual fuck?! Why was he hard all the fucking time? He gave another long,
sloppy lick before answering. He felt so ashamed but tried to gain enough
brain power to decide honesty was probably the right choice.


"I... I don't know what to say..." he started, still looking at the spit
covered feet in front of him. He couldn't face Scott "Look, you know how
badly I wanna get into this frat... it's about my dad and..." he didn't
finish "Anyways, I'll do whatever you tell me to get my grades up and yes,
it's true that I don't mind doing this stuff for you... I mean, you're
stupid hot... and you know it!" Freddy almost vented to make him understand
his struggle "What would you do if you shared a room with some crazy hot
bimbo?"


Scott smiled a sly smile.


"Yeah, I definitely wouldn't be licking her feet! Hehe! Nice try, though,
fag!"


Even Freddy had to chuckle "You know what I mean..." he mumbled.


"I think you're just evading the question." said Scott "Hey, who told you
you could stop licking?" he added wiggling his toes in Freddy's face.


"Sorry, Sir..." Freddy said automatically and immediately started licking
his feet again "What was the question?" he asked, slobbering loudly.


"Do you like being my bitch?" It was such a simple and direct question
Freddy almost felt violated. He knew the answer to that question. He feared
that answer. He feared that answer more than anything.


"Well?"


"I..." Freddy could not say that aloud. He just couldn't. It would have
been betraying every single one of his beliefs "I..." he tried again but
nothing came out "It's not like... I mean..." he gave up. He simply
couldn't say it so he remained silent. The smirk on Scott's face was now
evil.


"Doesn't it feel good to finally admit it?" the handsome jock asked.


Freddy continued to lick hungrily but silently.


"Yeah, That's what I thought." Scott snickered.








Scott almost couldn't believe how easily he had manipulated that dumb
fuck. That drug was totally awesome, he had to admit. Cliff was gonna eat
his own words. The faggot's tongue was working tirelessly, washing his feet
so thoroughly he was sure they'd never been this clean. He looked
beaten. His spirit was half broken, he couldn't even look him in the
eye. `Good' he thought to himself. That cunt was exactly where he
belonged. Cameron was right. Faggots really were inferior and he couldn't
believe he hadn't taken advantage of that knowledge in highschool. Sure, he
had bullied some of them but nothing even remotely comparable to this. He
pretty much owned a real life slave now. And he could do whatever the hell
he wanted with him. Well, maybe not yet. There was still some way to go but
the feeling of sheer power was inebriating. He smiled. Then suddenly he got
up.


"You know what?" he said looking down at that pitiful creature kneeling on
the floor in front of him. "I think I'm supposed to reward you when you do
something right so..." without warning he slipped off his shorts and
underwear so that his dick was now bobbling in front of the fag's
face. Judging by the stupid expression, you'd think he's seen his god "All
the brothers are talking about fag blowjobs..." his face lit up like a
fucking Christmas tree. Scott snorted "I'm not gonna let you do it of
course..." and his little fag heart shattered instantly "I got a date in a
couple of hours so she gets to suck on this..." he grabbed his dick and
shook it in front of his face. "Not you, sorry, fag." he snickered "But
there is one thing the app says you need to learn which I'm pretty sure
you're gonna love considering how much you love sticking that fag tongue of
yours in nasty places."


"Wh... what is it?" he asked, horny as fuck. What a loser.


Scott walked to the comfy leather couch on the opposite side of the room
and heavily sat down extremely low. His arms crossed behind his head again
and his legs were spread wide, with his limp manhood dominating every cell
of the fag's brain.


"How bout I let you lick my ass for a while?"


The expression on the fag's face changed suddenly into a mixture of
confusion and tad of disgust. Perfect.


"Uhm... your... your ass?" he asked rhetorically.


"Yep, but I guess we're gonna have to lower your grade in eagerness, if
that's your enthusiasm, that's for sure!"






Freddy's heart was racing. So many emotions in a blink of an eye. He would
have killed to suck on that cock, almost literally. Now licking Mr
perfection's ass wasn't exactly the next best thing. It was kind of a weird
request and one he was not expecting which made him suddenly think of all
the other nasty shit that was on that app. He had done it before, of
course, with his boyfriend but very quickly and just to prepare his hole
for penetration. What Scott was `asking' was very, very different. It was
gross. Sure he had just licked his feet but that was a different kind of
gross. That was... nice gross... this was gross, gross. Even in his mind he
realized how childish the thought was. His dick was still hard, as he
stared at that handsome teenager sprawled on the couch, now flipping
through that goddamn app.


"Says here licking straight guys' ass is one of the greatest honors there
is for a fag! That true?" the handsome boy looked straight into his
eyes. God, how could he be both infuriating and
I'mma-cum-just-by-looking-at-you kinda hot at the same time.


"Uhm... I... I don't know... Sir..." Freddy said tentatively. How the hell
was he supposed to react?


"Does that mean you don't wanna do it?" The godly teenager's words were
always so sharp.


"N... no... Of... of course I wanna do it..." he replied instantly
"...it's... it's just I... I've never done it before, that's what I
meant..." Pleasing him was all that mattered. ALL that fucking mattered.


"Awesome! Hehe! You get to start with mine, then. I probably should've
wiped better this morning but what the hell, I'm sure it's gonna be super
tasty this way, hehehe!" God, he was so overbearing and... and... fucking
disgusting... But the only thing Freddy could do was stare at that
dick. His mouth was producing crazy amounts of saliva.


"Y... yes... Sir... thank you..." Freddy replied a little distractedly.


"Hahaha! Alright, then! Whatchu waitin' for?" Scott pushed.


Freddy started crawling towards the couch and slowed down as his roommate's
junk was a foot from his face. The smell was overpowering. It was sweat and
testosterone at its strongest... grossest... finest. His brain couldn't
think straight, he wanted to have that dick and those balls in his mouth so
fucking bad.


"Dude, you look like you're about to cum just by smelling my dick, hahaha!"
Scott snickered again but Freddy didn't care. He couldn't contain himself
anymore.


"It's just so... beautiful, Sir... and it smells so... manly..." Freddy
didn't know why he chose that particular adjective. It kinda felt
appropriate.


"Yeah, well you're smelling a guy's sweaty junk, don't think a smell can
get any manlier than that."


"Y... yes, Sir..." Freddy didn't even look up, he was completely mesmerized
by it.


"Isn't my dick way better than any of your fag boyfriends?" Scott asked
such a silly question. The answer was quite obvious of course but still, it
was hurtful.


"Yes, Sir..." Freddy replied truthfully.


"Wanna know why?" His arrogant attitude mixed with that perfect stench was
almost too much to handle.


"Yes... Sir..."


"Cause I'm straight." he simply stated. Again, it was such a silly
concept. Something only homophobic straight dudes could come up with. "Too
bad, fags don't get to taste straight guys' dick!" he continued.


"N... no, Sir..." Freddy agreed, taking another whiff.


"And why is that?" God, all these questions! Why couldn't he just let him
smell that penetrating scent. He had to say something now.


"Uhm... Be.... because straight dick is only for girls, Sir..." it was
something he had heard in one of those recordings.


"Ding, ding, ding! You're on a roll today, fag! Hehehe!" Scott cackled
again "But c'mon, you get to taste something waaay nastier. Isn't that
great? I mean, it's your reward for being a good bitch. You should show a
little enthusiasm, don't you think?" His words, always so damn
penetrating. Always straight to the core. Freddy snapped out of it for a
second.


"Yes, Sir! You're right! I'm sorry! It is a great honor for a fag to lick a
straight guy's ass! Thank you so much for letting me do it, Sir!" the whole
thing just came out of his mouth. He was tired of waiting. Dick, balls,
ass, at this point he just really wanted to lick the sweat off his body, to
taste that overflowing butchness.


"Hehe! Way better! Go on then!" Scott lifted his legs, revealing his hairy
cracks. Freddy reacted immediately and put his tongue to work.








"Mmmm... that feels pretty good, hehe!" Scott said as he was resting his
heals on the fag's back. "You're even a semi decent foot-rest, fag! That's
a bonus, hehe!" The stupid homo moaned. He had his face glued to his ass,
his balls were completely covering his nose, only his eyes were looking
straight at him. Hungry eyes. Eyes that were quickly losing all the fire
they once had. He was fucking licking his ass after all. How does someone
become so fucking pathetic? "So, how does it feel? You just said licking my
sweaty ass is a huuuuge honor and you're finally doing it! How's that for
fag rights milestone? Hahahaha!" he couldn't resist teasing him.


He moaned again but his fag tongue never stopped licking his hole. That
made him laugh even more.


"Hahaha! God, dude, you gotta admit this is pretty fucking hilarious
considering everything." He said. No reply, he kept licking. He was gonna
have a reaction from him. It was too entertaining "Hey, you know what just
occurred to me?" he said with an amused tone "What happens if after this
taming thing is over you actually manage to become a brother?" he
asked. The fag frowned and for the first time he stopped for a second and
spoke half an inch from his taint.


"W... what do you mean, Sir?" he asked, confused.


"Well, how the hell do I start treating you like a brother after all the
nasty shit I've seen you do?" Always remind the fag what his place in
nature is "I mean, you fucking slobber on my feet everytime I snap my
fingers. You probably even dream about them. Now you're licking my
ass... Does it taste good by the way?" he asked suddenly.


"Uhm... Yes, Sir... very good..." was the reply before his tongue got back
to work.


"Good, bitch! Make sure you enjoy it. Don't forget it's a reward. You won't
get to do it unless you do a good job!" he continued mercilessly "Anyways,
as I was saying, I'll know! You know what I mean?" he went back to his
train of thoughts.


"Uhm..." the dumb queer's eyes looked confused and he had stopped working.


"What's up? Why'd you stop?" Scott asked.


"Well, there's a few hairs in my mouth, Sir..." the fag said almost
apologetically, in a voice that was muffled by Scott's ballsack.


"So? Eat `em!" the straight jock simply said. Two seconds later came a
diligent:


"Y... yes, Sir..."


As he watched the fag swallow his fucking ass hairs, Scott couldn't help
musing the fact that no one could look more pathetic than that.


"Hahaha! Good, bitch!" he snickered then went back to what he was talking
about "Alright, let me give you an example!" he said "Let's say we get into
a fight over something silly and let's say you're totally right and then
all of a sudden I just tell you to shut up and get on your knees!" He could
feel the sides of his mouth twitch into a smirk. He couldn't help it "Do
you really think you'll have the willpower to say `no' to me? C'mon, man!"








Freddy's dick was just about to explode. It actually hurt, it was so
hard. Licking this guy's ass had turned out to be
un-fucking-believable. Not in a bad way, though, which of course weighed
some on the gay boy's conscience. The position he was in was extremely
uncomfortable. His knees hurt and Scott's feet on his back were crushing
him. But his nose was buried in his roommate's hairy balls. Now, that alone
was enough to make him forget his discomfort. Scott's smell was raping his
brain, pushing him down into the abyss of submission, something nobody had
ever done before. Freddy wasn't some kind of doormat, he had never been. So
how come being in that very situation felt so... appropriate? You know, one
of those things you're not supposed to be feeling and yet, you do. A guilty
pleasure if you like. The folds of the straight teenager's massive ballsack
were enveloping his nose, suffocating him which he didn't mind one bit. And
he couldn't stop looking at that handsome face which was smirking and
snickering continuously at him. And in between, only inches from his face,
that absolutely perfect piece of meat rested on the boy's stomach. A cock
anyone, ANYONE would have wanted to suck. Well, any fag anyways. What? What
the hell was he thinking? Had he just used homophobic slur in his mind?
Fuck... That dick was only inches away, true but it felt completely out of
reach. Because fags don't deserve straight guys' d... What the fuck! Again!
And then the asslicking. The first taste had been bitter of course but
also... kinda sweet. Very sweet actually, and salty and clammy. A savage
taste no doubt but Freddy's tongue hadn't been able to stop working for one
fucking second. It was different from his feet. It was wilder and it felt
way more personal. He found himself playing with the hairs between his
crack now that he knew what to do if some of them came off. And his mouth
couldn't stop salivating. He kept sticking his tongue out more and more
like he couldn't get enough of the taste. Then the humiliating talk. Scott
seemed to enjoy the obvious power he had over Freddy more and more. All the
things he had said... in normal circumstances he would have given him a
very angry piece of his mind. But those circumstances were far from being
`normal'. He couldn't even bring himself to stop tasting long enough to
reply to any of his digs. Well, none of the previous ones. That last remark
though had done the trick. He had stopped to consider the jock's words.


"Well?" Scott prompted expectantly.


"I..." Freddy's mouth was half an inch from the ass he had been licking for
a few minutes now "I... don't know... Sir..."


He had replied truthfully. Again. He did NOT know the answer to that
question and, admitting it felt so humiliating. Scott looked at him amused.


"And what if I asked you to do all my chores for like a month in exchange
for letting you lick my feet after training even just once?" He really was
merciless. God it was impossible to concentrate. All that smell, all that
taste... "Would you say `no' to that?"


Freddy doubted he ever could. But what was the sense of it all, then?


"I... I don't know, Sir..." he repeated. Scott smirked.


"Fair enough." he shrugged "Guess we'll have to see, won't we?"


His phone buzzed and the handsome jock checked his messages.


"Oh, man!" he chuckled in his sexy baritone "The `read-to-the-fag'
challenge just started." Freddy frowned for a second and the handsome
athlete elaborated "You get to listen to quotes from the Book of
Fags... what the fuck is that?" Scott laughed "Says here I need to grade
your reaction to it. Better be careful, hehe!"


Freddy simply moaned as a tuft of asshairs was being bathed in his saliva.


"You ready, bitch?"


"Yessshir..." this time he didn't even bother to stop licking.


"It's called `Why Slavery', this should be good, hehe!" The straight guy
cleared his throat dramatically and then started "Alright, here goes: `Why
do almost all faggots dream of being enslaved, body and soul, to a straight
Alpha master? Simple. Because in their minds they recognize the truth of
the natural order: that they are inferior and real men are superior. That
alphas are meant to rule and fags are meant to serve'." He read amused as
fuck "This is good stuff bitch, take mental notes, hehe!" Freddy's was
almost there. It was too much, his dick was pulsating like crazy. Scott
continued "`So as far as the faggot is free, it feels enslaved to a
lie. Whereas slavery promises to liberate it into the full truth of what it
is meant to be. Thus, for the faggot, freedom is slavery and slavery is
freedom.'" His tongue couldn't have worked any faster. He was completely
inebriated by the nasty taste he now craved. "Which means any fag You use
dreams of becoming Your fagslave. The security of that collar, the freedom
to fall deep into its submission, the intimacy of Ownership. Remember,
dude, You're in charge. So You get to decide if that's ever gonna
happen. Feel free to tease the bitch and dangle that reward just out of
reach'." It was like nothing he had ever experienced before, so humiliating
yet so hot "`Or just do what I do: remind them how unworthy they are. Why
own it when I can just use it and toss it? No, faggot, keep dreaming of
becoming something that a Man would want to have around.' Wow! That last
bit I need to remember, hehe! Wonder who wrote this..."


But it was too late. Freddy was cumming like he never had before. He moaned
and moaned as his eyes were rolling back in complete and utter bliss.






"Hahahahaha!! What the fuck, dude!!! You just fucking came, didn't you?
Hahahahaha!!!" Scott couldn't stop cackling "Hahaha! You're one fucked-up
fag, you know that?" He said as he petted his bitch on the head with one of
his feet. "Well, guess you get an A for reaction! Haha! And we now know all
the answers to those questions, don't we? Hehehehe!!"


So fucking pathetic! This fucking loser actually wanted to be his slave
even more than Scott wanted one which, at this point, was saying
something. Unbelievable! He would not have believed anything like that if
he wasn't living it. And he was still at it. The dumb queer was still
licking his ass like his sorry life depended on it. UNBELIEVABLE! It was
time to end the lesson.


"Alright, I think you had enough fun for today, hehe!" Scott pushed the
queer away with that same foot and watched him collapse on the floor
wheezing. He got up and looked at that pathetic excuse for a
person. No. The guys were starting to make sense. That was not a
person. How could it be? He snickered again.


"Oh, by the way! My cleats are in the bag, as usual. But since you're
sooooo good with that fag tongue I guess you'll be LICKING the mud off them
from now on! No more rags, `k?" The stupid animal was still catching his
breath as he looked desperately up at him and, after a couple of seconds,
nodded submissively.


"Good fag! Hehe!" Scott walked away towards the bathroom. He had a nice
night ahead of him. That perky blond was definitely gonna be fun to
fuck. He had never felt better.