Date: Sat, 16 Feb 2019 10:42:52 +0000
From: Yue Shi <email@yueshi.us>
Subject: Serving My College Masters - Chapter 1 by Steve S. [Authoritarian]

Serving My College Masters

The following story is a fiction and fantasy. In real life, please be
respectful of others. This is my first time writing a story, so please let
me know what you think and whether I should continue. I can be reached at
email@yueshi.us<mailto:email@yueshi.us>. Thank you for reading.

Chapter One

I was vacuuming the living room floor when Ryan and Casey entered the front
door, carrying their gym bags, back from their weight lifting at the school
gym. I shut off the vacuum cleaner and knelt on the floor in front of
them. "Good afternoon, Master Ryan. Good afternoon, Master Casey."

Ryan pointed at his feet. I bent over to kiss his gym shoes, one after
another; then did the same with Casey's shoes. I could smell the sweat off
their feet, even with the shoes still on. It must be a hard session at the
gym.

"I'm gonna go chill in my room," Ryan said, "finish cleaning and then come
serve me." "I'll be in my room too." Said Casey. They walked upstairs to
their rooms.

10 minutes later I was kneeling in front of Ryan in his room. He was
wearing nothing but his underwear and sitting on his bed, his size 14 bare
feet resting on the carpet. Everyday, I was required to lick completely
clean my Masters' feet after they returned home from school or gym.

"May this fag slave clean your feet, Master Ryan?" I said, careful to keep
my eyes on his feet. A fag slave's head must always be lowered in respect
before a straight alpha and can never look beyond his feet without
permission.

"Turn around and hands behind your back." Ryan believed that a fag slave's
hands should always be bound unless the slave needed his hands to serve a
straight alpha. Cleaning my Master's feet did not require the use of my
hands. He quickly tied my hands tightly behind my back with rope. "NOW GET
TO IT!"

I bent over and began to lick his feet. Ryan did not have the biggest feet
among my 4 Masters but his feet tended to sweat a lot so after the gym they
were usually covered in sweat, and thus took quite some time to lick
clean. His feet also always had a strong odor no matter how many times I
licked them clean every day.

It took me about 30 minutes to clean his feet to his satisfaction. Luckily
after that all he wanted was a quick blowjob. He had a huge cock but by now
I had a lot of experience sucking my Masters off, even with my hands still
tied behind my back. Workouts always made him horny and it only took about
10 minutes for him to shoot a load in my mouth. I was sent off to Casey's
room.

Like Ryan, Casey was sitting on his bed in his underwear, playing with his
phone. I quickly knelt before his bed, with my head lowered in respect and
with my hands still tied behind my back. "How was your day, Master Casey?"
I asked.

Among the four of them, Casey was the youngest at 19. He was also the
gentlest. When they gave me my many beatings, Casey's blows were always a
little less vicious. When it was his turn to get serviced by me, Casey was
generally the easiest to please and the most unlikely to punish me for
doing a poor job. Compared with my other three Masters, Casey was the only
one who saw me remotely as a human being. Don't get me wrong: Casey also
believed that fag slaves like me should serve straight alpha males like
him, but I always wondered without his three friends, whether he would
treat me even better. He certainly was a lot meaner when the other three
were around.

"Oh my day was great. Thanks for asking, slave." Casey smiled. "Went to
class. Wrestling practice. Then hit the weight room with Ryan. He done with
you already?

"Yes, Master Casey."

"Well then. You know what to do."

Casey had size 12 feet, and he usually kept them pretty clean. A young
athlete's feet after exercises were always going to stink, but the smell of
his sweaty feet were mostly tolerable compared with my other three
Masters. I eagerly began to lick his feet. And Casey went back to playing
with his phone, ignoring me.

At this point I had been their fag slave for almost a year. I had serviced
every inch of their bodies for countless times. Each Master had their
preferences, but what they all had in common was the desire for me to
service their feet specifically. My Masters believed that for a fag slave
to service a straight alpha's feet was the ultimate act of devotion, and
should be demanded as often as possible.

In the beginning of my slavery, my Masters would put me in strict bondage
and blindfold me. Then they would order me to lick their feet and tell them
whose feet I had the privilege of servicing based purely on the taste and
smell. Every time I guessed wrong, I would be punished. They would do this
for hours at a time and in the end I would be crying and begging and
promising to do better next time.

Needless to say, I soon mastered the unique taste and smell of each of my
Master's feet. It was during this time when I learned that Casey was a
clean guy and his feet were generally less smelly than his buddies'. Now, I
could tell whose feet I was servicing with one lick.

It didn't take me very long to completely lick clean Casey's feet. Of
course, he also wanted a blowjob afterwards. All my four Masters were on
the Wrestling Team, and engaging in such a physical sport on a daily basis
made them incredibly horny and needed release all the time. I was there to
provide that release. Like Ryan, Casey had a huge cock that was constantly
hard. He kept my skillful mouth on his cock for some slow sucking, but
couldn't hold for very long and shot a load in my mouth after 15 minutes or
so.

Casey untied my hands. "Go get some rest, slave, before Trent and Connor
come home." He said. "Those two are in a bad mood because they both lost
their practice matches today. Prepare for a rough evening. I'd hate to be
you!"

I laid on my stomach on the cold basement floor that evening, wearing
nothing but my cock cage, in the most unforgiving hogtie that I knew would
cause me excruciating pain after a while. My hands were bound tightly with
ropes behind my back, my elbows were also tied together. More ropes
crisscrossed my chest and bound my arms to my body, leaving no room for
even the slightest movements. My ankles were crossed and bound together,
then pulled to my ass and tied to my hands. My bondage was so strict that I
could not move any part of my body except for my head.

Pressed down on the back of my head was Trent's size 15 foot in his
wrestling boot.

"Tell me slave. Why are you down here?" Trent asked.

"This fag slave is here to be punished, Master Trent!" I squeaked.

"How do you think you're being punished?"

"Master Connor put this fag slave in a hogtie..."

"Did you hear that, Connor?" Trent smirked. "This fag slave thinks you
tying him up is a punishment!"

"Stupid fag." I heard Connor say next to me. He then delivered a swift kick
to the side of my face under Trent's foot. "I tie you up to do you a
favor!"

Trent and Connor were actual brothers with one year apart. Connor was a
junior and the oldest among the four, and the biggest, meanest man I had
ever met. Trent, the younger brother, was a sophomore like Ryan, but no
less muscular or mean-spirited. Casey was a freshman and the most benign in
comparison.

Both Trent and Connor were naturally violent and enjoyed inflicting
pain. Normally they did that to their opponents on the wrestling mat, but
there were many things they could not do on the mat. So they reserved the
worst for their fag slave at home. Connor was also the bondage master,
having learned the art of Japanese rope bondage from a professional. He
made sure that he put that skill to good use by often putting me in strict,
uncomfortable bondage.

"We've gone over this, slave." Trent said, pressing down on my head with
his foot. "Bondage is NOT a punishment for a fag slave like you. Why do you
think a fag slave like yourself should be tied up?"

"This fag slave doesn't know..." I said pathetically, squirming under his
foot.

"Oh God." Connor said impatiently. "You can't be any dumber, slave. It's so
obvious! A free man has free movement of his body. Are you a free man, fag
slave?"

"No, Master Connor. This fag slave is not a free man."

"Then a fag slave shouldn't have free movement of its body. A fag slave's
body should be restrained whenever it's not needed for some kind of labor
to service its Masters. Every time I tie you up, it's to teach you that
your body is not yours to control and only exists to serve us. What do you
say?"

"Thank you, Master Connor, for tying this fag slave up and for teaching
this fag slave this valuable lesson!" I screamed.

"Well, I'm glad we got that out of the way." Trent smirked again. "From now
on, I want you to be appreciative and thank us when we make the effort to
tie your pathetic body up!"

"YES Master Trent! This fag slave appreciates being put in bondage by its
Masters!"

"But you're right. You ARE here to be punished." Trent said. "Do you know
why?"

"This fag slave missed a spot when it was cleaning Master Connor's feet
with its tongue." I answered, voice trembling.

"Wow, did it really?" Trent said.

"It sure did." Connor said sarcastically. "I gave this fag an hour to clean
my feet and yet it still missed a spot on the heel of my right foot!"

I had tried my best. Casey warned me that Connor and Trent would be in a
sour mood when they returned home, and I was being extra careful from the
moment I greeted them on my knees at the front door. I had gone to Trent's
room first to clean his feet and suck his cock, and everything went
relatively smoothly even though he was pretty rough the whole time. But
everything went wrong when I got to Connor's room.

Connor, being the bondage master, obviously wasn't going to let me serve
him unrestrained. My hands were quickly tied behind my back, so were my
feet, crossed at the ankles and tied together, which I was used to at this
point. However, this time, Connor also tied my bound hands to my neck,
pulling my hands up toward my shoulders, which created considerable
discomfort because every time I tried to lower my hands to relieve pressure
on my arms, I ended up choking myself. After he's done tying me up, Connor
relaxed on his bed and stuck out his bare feet for me to clean.

Connor had enormous, size 16 feet, the biggest among my four
Masters. Before I met him I didn't even know that they made shoes that
big. Those feet were not only long, but also wide, which created a lot of
surface area to lick clean. Connor also didn't have the best hygiene
habits, sometimes wearing the same pair of socks for days, though I didn't
know whether he did that intentionally to make the task of cleaning his
feet more challenging for me. He also liked to walk around barefooted. As a
result the bottom of his feet was always almost black.

All that made his feet extremely difficult to lick clean. Sometimes my
tongue got so dry from licking the dirt off his feet that I had to pause
and wait for saliva to build up again. It always took me at least twice as
long to clean his feet than my other Masters'.

It turned out that trying to clean his feet with my hands tied to my neck
made that task almost impossible to accomplish. Since I couldn't really
stick my neck out without choking myself on the rope, and I also couldn't
effectively maneuver my position with my hands and feet tied, I had a hard
time reaching the entirety of his enormous feet with my tongue. I managed
to clean his left foot to his satisfaction, but I simply couldn't reach the
heel of his right foot. When the one hour he gave me was up, a spot on his
foot remained uncleaned.

Connor exploded and I knew I was in for it. Failing to lick clean a
Master's feet to his satisfaction was a grave sin for a fag slave on any
given day, not to mention when the Master was already in a bad mood. My
Masters firmly believed that when a fag slave failed to please its Masters,
the punishment should be fast and severe so that the unacceptable behavior
would be corrected immediately.

Even Casey, who was usually the nice one and did not normally punish me for
sport, would not hesitate to give me a beating if I failed to perform my
duties. One time I didn't iron his dress shirt perfectly and it still had
some wrinkles when he had to wear it. For my mistake, Casey took me to the
basement, stripped me naked, hung me up upside-down with my hands tied
behind my back, and gave me 50 lashes with the whip. After the beating, I
was left bound and gagged in a small cage for the whole night to think
about what I did wrong. The next morning, I knelt before Casey and told him
how sorry I was and promised to never repeat my mistake ever again. He gave
me another beating anyway just to reinforce the lesson.

So here I was, lying on the basement floor naked, in a severe hogtie, with
Trent's foot on my head, pathetically waiting for my punishment. Trent and
Connor were the only ones there; Ryan and Casey were nowhere to be found.

"So here is what is going to happen." Connor said. "You're going to remain
in this position until tomorrow morning. Your muscles are probably going to
cramp like a son of a bitch - well too fucking bad, you brought this on
yourself. In the morning the four of us are going to come down here, and
you're going to be given one more chance to clean our feet until our feet
are fucking spotless. If you manage to do that, you get released. If you
couldn't, you remain in this position for another 12 hours. IS THAT FUCKING
CLEAR?"

I Shuttered. "Yes Master Connor! This fag slave understands! Thank you for
giving this fag slave the punishment it deserves! And thank you for giving
this fag slave another chance to serve!" What other choice do I have?

"Alrighty, let's get you ready for the night!" Trent finally lifted his
foot from my head and stood before me. I quickly kissed his wrestling boots
in a show of gratitude. Connor stepped over and I kissed his bare feet as
well.

"So, what else does this fag slave need for a good night's sleep? We want
you to be comfortable!" Trent said mockingly.

I knew what they wanted to hear. "Masters! Please gag and blindfold this
fag slave for the night! This fag slave does not deserve to see or speak!
Please also put this fag slave in the cage! This fag slave does not deserve
any freedom! Please plug this fag slave's ass with the biggest butt plug!
This fag slave should be plugged on both ends!"

"Good answer." Connor smirked. "Maybe there is some hope in you after all!"

What happened next was fast and routine. Connor's dirty athletic socks went
into my mouth and were securely kept inside with duck tape. My eyes were
also taped shut. A black leather hood went over my head and secured from
behind. A big butt plug was pushed deeply inside my ass. A set of steel
shackles was fastened on my already tightly bound body to add some
additional security, with steel rings for my neck, wrists, and ankles. At
last, my thoroughly restrained body was pushed into a small cage. I heard
the cage door slammed shut and locked with a padlock.

"I would get as much sleep as possible if I were you." Trent
warned. "Remember your test in the morning. Sweet dreams!"

Of course I barely got any sleep at all. At this point I had a lot of
experience sleeping bound and gagged, but this was simply too extreme. I
think I dozed off initially from sheer exhaustion, but was soon woken up by
muscle cramps resulting from the severe hogtie - the human body simply was
not designed to be in this position for too long. My shoulders, my lower
back, my thighs and my calves were all cramping at the same time - my whole
body felt like it was on fire. There was absolutely nothing I could do to
relieve the pain. Connor had tied me up so well that the only body parts I
could move was my head. I guess I could technically move my fingers and
toes as well, but my hands and feet had become completely numb that I lost
any feelings in them. This was the worst punishment I had ever had, worse
than anything my Masters had done to me in the past. I spent the night
crying and screaming in pain, or tried to scream with my mouth fully
stuffed with Connor's dirty socks. I swore to myself that once this ordeal
was over, I would do everything in my power to not to be in this position
again.

Finally morning came and I heard the basement door unlock, and I almost
cried out in joy. Multiple bare feet descended the stairs and came over to
the cage. Next thing I knew the cage was unlocked and my tortured body was
pulled out of the cage and dragged over to the center of the basement. The
hood was pulled off my head and the tape over my eyes was removed as
well. At this point I had pretty much lost all feelings below my neck and
the only thing I could move was my head, which I eagerly raised to look up.

Standing before me were all four of my Masters in all their muscular
glory. Connor, Trent, Ryan and Casey all had perfect wrestler's bodies that
radiated strength and power, with bulging muscles in all the right
places. Their bodies screamed "alpha male" that would make any lesser men
tremble in fear and awe. I had no doubt in my mind that if I ever got into
a real fight with any of them, each could easily kill me with one
hand. They all had incredibly handsome faces as well that would make any
girls fall for them. The brothers Connor and Trent had attractive darker
Italian features, while Ryan and Casey both looked like a blond-haired,
blue-eyed Adonis. If these four were born in the Roman Empire, they would
no doubt be royalties with slaves serving their every need.

My Masters all had only their underwear on and were barefooted. Connor and
Trent looked down at me with glee; Ryan just smirked; Casey was the only
one with some pity in his eyes.

The duck tape over my mouth was peeled off and Connor pulled his now
completely spit-soaked socks out of my mouth. "Good morning, slave!"

"Good morning, Master Connor!" I cried. "Thank you again for punishing this
fag slave!" I kissed his bare feet. "Please allow this fag slave to clean
your feet with its fag tongue! Please allow this fag slave to clean the
feet of Master Trent, Master Ryan, and Master Casey too!"

"What do you think, guys?" Connor asked. "Should we let it? Or should we
put it back into the cage?"

"Let's just do this." Casey said. "My feet can really use a cleaning before
I go to class." I looked up at him in gratitude. I had never been so happy
that another man offered to let me lick his feet clean.

"Alright. Remember the rules, slave." Connor said. "You're given one last
chance to perform one of your most basic slave duties - licking our feet
clean. You're going to do it one at a time. If anyone of us is not
satisfied with the job you do, you're going back into the cage until after
dinner. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Master Connor! This fag slave will not disappoint you again!"

I was still in a cruel hogtie, with steel shackles and a giant butt plug
adding to my discomfort. But I was also VERY MOTIVATED to be released. I
could honestly say I had never put so much effort into a task as I did
licking my Masters' feet that morning. I licked the bottom of their feet,
sucked their toes into my mouth, stuck my tongue out to reach in between
their toes to clean the toe jam, basically tried every trick I knew from
having cleaned their feet hundreds of times in the past. As far as being a
slave went, licking an alpha male's feet clean had always been my
strength. By some miracle, this morning everything went smoothly and all
four Masters had no complaint about the job I did.

"Let this be a lesson, slave." Connor said sternly while he released me
from my bondage. "You won't get off this easy next time!"

Once again moaning in pain as circulation came back to my muscles, I
crawled over to my Masters and kissed their feet to thank them for their
kindness.

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