Date: Sun, 6 Aug 2023 21:25:06 -0500 From: austin Subject: Freshman takes absolute control, part 1 FRESHMAN TAKES ABSOLUTE CONTROL, Part 1 Be over age 18 to read this gay erotica fiction. If male on male sex, slavery, group sex, kink or teens having sex offends you, don't read this. Donate to Nifty Comments welcome I'm Austin and I am going to tell you the story of how my life changed forever when I was a senior in high school. I am 21 now... I am 6'1," light brown hair, blue eyes, muscular, very well defined, a 7" dick and heavy big balls. Nice hair on my legs, bush and pits. Though I only workout once a week or so. I was on the football and basketball teams. When I was in high school, I used my smarts and good test taking skills to my advantage to get away with a lot at school. My senior year I rarely actually went to classes and the kids hated me because I got away with that. I still got B's and some A's. I was also cocky and showed it. I always enjoyed the periods where there was no class and I was able to have the room to myself. The thing you have to know about me is I have a bit of a sports fetish, which is partly why I was on the football and basketball teams. I love gear, manly scents, the smell of young man sweat, and ALL things masculine. Of course I like to see naked bodies in the locker room and I do my full share of online surfing for hot male bodies. Nothing turns me on more than wearing another boy's uniform, jock, sweaty undies, socks or protective equipment. Could sniff guy's shoes, sweaty socks, jocks, cups, underwear and sweaty t-shirts for hours. It would be my luck though that an up and coming in sports freshman would store his equipment bag in the supply closet of the classroom I was in most. I remember when I first saw him bring it in. His name was Ryan. He was 5'11 thin and had very muscular arms, nice sized feet, and a gorgeous face and skin. I dreamed of what his cock must look like. He looked older than a freshman. He carried his Adidas bag into the closet and dropped it--he would leave it there until the end of the day for soccer practice. After about 2 weeks, I just had to sneak into the closet, take a peek and get a few whiffs of his sweat. I opened it up and the first think I notice was the smell if his sweat, I had an instant hard on. The whole smell got to me, so I shut the door and stripped. I picked up his jock strap, which had a hard cup in it and stuck my nose in both his jock and his jock cup. I put the jock on and the rest of his kit--soccer jersey, shorts, socks and I even fit into his cleated shoes. Even the shin guards. Except I had the pants pulled down enough to have my dick out and was stroking with one hand as I continued to sniff the protective cup. Now since I was a little taller, it was a tight fit... all the better. Here I was a senior, dressed up in a freshman's soccer uniform, jerking off my 7" cock. I was in my own world when of all of a sudden Ryan himself opened the door to see me standing there dressed in his clothes jerking off. I could have died right then. I could feel the heat coming from my face, I tried to think of something to say and came up with, "It's not what it looks like." As I am standing there like a moron, he lifts hid phone and quickly takes some pics. He said to get out of his fucking clothes. I asked for him to please step away while I changed and left his clothes as they were. Instead he stubbornly stood there. I moved faster than I ever and he not only watched me undress, but I also had to take off his jock, so he saw me fully naked and then he watched me get dressed back into my clothes. We returned to the classroom, which was empty. I apologized profusely and begged him not to tell anyone. He immediately sent the pics somewhere. I don't know what app he used. He then said, "don't worry, I probably won't be telling anyone and these pictures are already in a few safe places where no one can ever find them... as long as u understand that you are now my property." I was shocked, "property, what the hell are you talking about?" "I own you faggot, you are my slave, you will do anything and everything I say... do you understand? Because if you don't I can go ahead and post these pics to everyone." The number of his jersey had to be clear in the pics and I did have my dick out and was sniffing his cup. "Yes I understand, as long as you don't tell anyone, I will do what you say but please let's talk about what's reasonable." I felt so dirty and little. "Good, I am glad we understand each other. But "reasonable" is going to be what I tell you to do. Now it is time for you to thank me for letting you be my property, on your knees and lick your master shoes clean." I got on my knees and kissed his brand new sneakers. Then he made me lick them clean. They were white with sky blue lines. I finished and he said "be at my house tonight at 7!" and he walked away. I figured this wouldn't be too bad, he would probably make me do some stupid stuff like clean his room, kiss his shoes and maybe if I was lucky suck his cock... only time would tell. What a fucking day and what terrible luck. Oddly though my dick got harder and harder after we parted and I kept thinking about what happened. I ejaculated twice after school before I went to see him at 7 pm. While he was three or four years younger than me, he had a magnetic and hot persona and body.