Date: Sat, 29 Sep 2018 17:53:29 +0000 From: Jake Tam Subject: Servant to a Soccer Stud - Chapter 6 Thank you, readers, for all the positive feedback and suggestions. Nifty donations page: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html SERVANT TO A SOCCER STUD CHAPTER 6 "Shut the fuck up, fag." The weekend was only starting. Even though I was getting used to Kyle barking that command to me all the time, it still stung, especially when I am going out of my way to thank him or praise him (in fact, other than begging or apologizing to him, the only thing I ever say to him these days anyway was to thank and compliment him profusely). It stung because someone usually tells you to shut up if you say something negative or offensive, but I was so low that I got "Shut the fuck up, fag" for my saying stuff to make Kyle feel even more superior. Of course, Kyle was getting off on an otherwise perfectly functional, even popular and decent looking, fellow classmate endlessly flattering him. And then telling the fag to shut the fuck up was just icing on the cake. Sting or no sting, it was now time for me to eat my now cold, cum-covered dinner out of a dog dish. I bent my head down and started. I made sure to keep my head down like a dog rather than sit up and use my hands (much less utensils) to bring the food to my mouth. The potatoes, corn and carrots were easier to eat since I could just suck that into my mouth. But the bone-in steak was impossible. When I held my hands out to at least hold it so I could bite into it, Kyle kicked my hand away. "Dogs don't use their paws to eat, dummy." So I was stuck. I couldn't rip off pieces of the steak unless I had leverage, and without using my hands, I had no leverage. "Too bad, faggot. Guess you don't get to eat that steak, but you better lick every drop of cum on there and everywhere else." So that was that. I looked even more ridiculous than I already was, licking Kyle's cum off a piece of beef. Then I used my mouth to turn it over so I can lick the other side, just to make sure I got all the cum. Then I thoroughly licked all around the dog dish, because if Kyle cums and I'm present, all of Kyle's cum must end up in my stomach one way or another. When I was quite certain I had done everything I could in the dog dish, it was time to lick outside the dish. And so I went about sucking up both the food and cum outside the dish, then licking the floor intensely and over-inclusively so that the floor was spotless. (Unsurprisingly, my favorite part of this lick fest was when I got to lick up Kyle's pure cum untainted by the taste of anything else. I was seriously becoming addicted to Kyle's cum, its flavor, its texture, just everything about it.) I suddenly felt warm flesh against the back of my neck. Kyle's foot was pushing my head down to make my floor licking even more difficult. "Like that, bitch?" "Yes, Master," I said in between licks, not too articulately since it was hard to talk in this position. "All right, enough, homo. I'm going upstairs. You can get up and wash all the dishes, and take out the trash. Then come up, and bring the dog bowl and my socks with you. First go to the bathroom and leave the dog dish there. Then strip all your clothes off. And then rinse your mouth out with Listerine for at least a whole minute. I don't want a dirty mouth eating my ass." Another ample amount of pre soaked my underwear when I heard that last comment. My mouth was apparently dirtier than the hole his farts and shit pass through. Also, I was getting the sense that Kyle was going to be making me eat his ass a lot, like really a lot (I turned out to be right; he could get his cock sucked by every girl lucky enough to be granted the privilege, but he was not going to get rimmed by anyone but me). And while I have no ass fetish the way I have a foot fetish, I was developing a Kyle-ass fetish the way I already had a Kyle-cum fetish. "Your wish is my command, Master." Kyle turned around and left. I then went about fulfilling his instructions. When I had stripped all my clothes off in the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror. I had dated attractive, popular girls. I was still near the top of the high school social ladder. But I am gay. And my infatuation with this gorgeous jock stud had gotten me to this new state: a whore addict to Kyle's feet, cock, cum, ass and farts. These thoughts were starting to get me hard again. With my minty fresh breath and visible hard-on, I entered Kyle's room. He was also completely naked, relaxing on his bed playing with his phone. He had been playing with himself, so he was hard, too. I licked my lips. "Knees," he ordered. I got on my knees. "Put my socks neatly away." I guess he didn't need to check my laundry assignment because he knew there was no way I fucked it up since I knew if I did, he would fuck me up. But he did say, "I bet you jerked your little homo dick off while grinding your face into those socks when they were still super stinky. Didn't you, you fuckin' fairy?" I admitted, "Yes, Master Kyle, I did. Please forgive me for lusting away on your socks without your permission." Still busy on his phone, Kyle decided not to punish me. Instead he ordered, "Tell me how amazing I am." "Master Kyle, nothing that comes out of my worthless mouth can ever do justice to your greatness, but as you command, I will of course shower you with endless compliments, all of which are sincere and completely true. You are a stud. You are a total fuckin' stud. You have the face of a magazine or runway model. Your jock body looks awesome and smells amazing. Everyone at school looks up to you. Girls line up to get in your bed. Fags go weak in your presence. You deserve unconditional worship, and I am so lucky to be allowed to worship you unconditionally." While I verbally prostrated myself before him, Kyle tapped and swiped away on his phone, laughing occasionally, as if he wasn't even listening to the praise he ordered me to deliver. Then he commanded, "Scream that you're Master Kyle's faggot at the top of your lungs. Then slap yourself in the face. Don't stop until I say so." "I am Master Kyle's faggot!!!" I shouted as loudly as I could. "I am Master Kyle's faggot!!!" "I am Master Kyle's faggot!!!" "I am Master Kyle's faggot!!!" "Harder slaps, faggot. Don't make me have to tell you again." "I am Master Kyle's faggot!!!" "I am Master Kyle's faggot!!!" "I am Master Kyle's faggot!!!" "I am Master Kyle's faggot!!!" "I am Master Kyle's faggot!!!" "I am Master Kyle's faggot!!!" "Add more variety, faggot." "I am Master Kyle's dumb faggot!!!" "I am so lucky to be Master Kyle's faggot!!!" "Master Kyle's faggot is my only name!!!" "I love being Master Kyle's faggot!!!" "I pray every night that I can stay as Master Kyle's faggot for the rest of my pathetic life!!!" "I think about being Master Kyle's faggot morning, noon, night, 24/7!!!" This went on for at least ten minutes. My throat hurt, my cheeks hurt more, and I was starting to get dizzy. My cock was still rock hard, however, and so was his. At last, he interrupted me, "Yeah, you are my fuckin' faggot. My foot faggot. My crotch faggot. My ass faggot." Now thank me and bow down to me until I say stop. "I will never be able to repay you, Master Kyle, for letting me be your servant." "I owe you everything, Master Kyle, because you have been such a generous master to me." "It is an honor to be in your presence because you are so hot, and I am so grateful I get to marvel at your hotness." "Master Kyle, I dedicate my life to you and your pleasure!" This went on for yet another 10 minutes, with Kyle absent-mindedly laughing, rubbing his balls, and playing with his cock, until he said, "Now clip my toenails, thank and kiss each toenail you clip, then eat it. Chop chop." I ran to get toenail clippers and started the next phase of my degradation. He hadn't told me to kiss his feet first, but I thought it would be a respectful gesture (plus I really wanted to do it). So I opened my mouth and really sensually French kissed the bottoms of his feet about 20 times. This meant that each time, I opened my mouth wide and planted the inside of my lips lovingly on his bare sole, then slurping my tongue all around and slowly closing my mouth to lick and suck his skin. This is how dudes normally kiss their girlfriends, but I was performing this mouth love on Kyle's smelly bare feet. I thought about the first time his manly voice asked me, "Ready for my bare feet, faggot?" and another ample batch of pre-cum squeezed out of my dick. Thankfully, Kyle didn't seem to mind that I was doing something he did not specifically command, but he did have more verbal fun at my expense. "Look at you," he said. "Look at your pussy getting all wet for my feet. What a fuckin' faggot. You really are just an unbelievably stupid faggot. But it'll be good to have my feet serviced like this during the soccer season. After a game. After practice. And I have to think of a way to have you do this right after, so my feet don't have to be kept waiting until I get home. I think I'm gonna make you pick me up after every practice and game, and you give my feet a tongue bath right in the car. How does that sound, fag?" How does Kyle think it sounds? If he utters an idea, of course it is the best idea ever. So I replied, "It sounds like I am luckily going to have even more opportunity to fag out on your stud feet!" He continued, "The whole team might play better if they had you as the team foot slave." He paused. "But don't worry, I'm not gonna out you to anyone else ... yet." Then I began the toenail worshipping ritual he ordered. It wasn't easy kissing clipped toenails, but I made it work, thanking them ("thank you, Master Kyle's pinky toenail, for nourishing my undeserving fag body") in between at least five kisses per toenail, before greedily swallowing. (I would make a little sound each time I swallowed to add to my show of eagerness.) As before, Kyle mostly ignored me. When I was done, I happily went back to making out with Kyle's feet, first by tonguing down the newly exposed skin under the freshly clipped nails, paying attention to sucking out this new variety of toe jam. I felt so grateful that Kyle let me go to town on his feet like this, uninhibited. I would have taken his constant abuse regardless, but the abuse was totally worth it if Kyle grants me access to his beautiful jock feet. After another ten minutes, my tongue was in the flavorful crevice between Kyle's big toe and second toe on his right foot when Kyle swiped that foot along my tongue and kicked me square in the nose. "Enough, homo." Kyle decided he wanted to play Xbox and told me to set it up for him. As I handed him the controller (crawling on my knees, of course) he said, "I want to sit on your face while I play, and you are going to eat my ass, deeply and desperately the whole time. Got it, bitch?" "I can't wait, Master." "Beg me to let you do it, cunt." "Master Kyle, please, pretty please let me try my best to make you feel good by sticking my worthless tongue up your ass as far as it can reach. God, before you granted me permission to rim you, I never thought I could feel so good doing it. Your asshole makes my tongue more worthy. Your asshole makes me a better person. So, please Master Kyle for the love of God, please allow my face the honor of being your butt seat." Kyle guffawed. "And if I fart in your face again, what happens?" "I will breathe it in so deep like my life depended on it. I will do that so, so many times just so my lungs can be filled with as much of Master Kyle's fragrant fart as possible. Then I will thank Master Kyle's fart like ...." "Shut the fuck up, fag." TO BE CONTINUED ...