What a night! Shawn Donovan and Jesse Ruiz were standing in the middle of a somber, shadowy room, facing each other. Their satisfied, cocky smirks looked exactly the same as they were panting like lustful beasts, sweating in the unhinged bliss of lewd, carnal pleasure, their faces just inches apart.
"Boje Moi! Boje Moi! Boje Moi!"
Between their youthful, athletic muscles, the voluptuous curves of a gorgeous blonde girl was being squeezed. She kept moaning loudly, in a language completely foreign to their ears. Her eyes were blithely shut as she had one arm around Shawn's neck and the other reaching back around Jesse's. She was holding on to them like her life depended on it even though there was no real need. Shawn’s firm hands were grabbing her thighs like he owned them while Jesse was pretty much trying to tear her breasts off seeing how hard he was squeezing them. But most of all she was being skewered relentlessly by the two young men’s rock-hard, veiny cocks, in both her lower holes. The charming Shawn was fucking her pussy almost violently while the handome latino was pounding her ass like a jackhammer with unrelenting, unceasing rhythm.
The four high-school graduates had followed the Russian girls back to their apartment, behind the club where they had met them. It wasn't exactly a five star hotel, but it was definitely better than what they had rented, which wasn’t saying much, really. But for starters, there were three rooms. These two had taken the busty blonde while Mark and Alex had taken the other two chicks into the room next door.
The windows were half-closed, but the music and the noise from the crowded street kept flooding in.
"Boje Moi! Boje Moi!" the girl went on, groaning with pure pleasure. Her blonde locks were half-stuck to her sweaty face, her mouth was open and her tongue was out, licking the air searching desperately for something lewd to taste, panting and wheezing louder and louder.
"The fuck’s this bitch saying?" Shawn asked his friend, biting his lower lip in lust.
Jesse sneered, "She can say whatever the fuck she wants as long as she lets us use her holes for the night!" Teenage laughs filled the room, which was reeking of sex.
"Yeah, bro! You gotta try this pussy! It's fucking awesome!" Shawn stated.
"Tell me about it! This ass is tight as fuck! I'm almost there!" commented Jesse.
"I'm close too," the two boys were talking as if she wasn't even in the room.
The girl, however, didn't seem to care about their misogynistic display of degrading demeanor. She seemed to be in a trance, staring into space, repeating the same phrase, now in a faint voice: "Boje Moi!"
Shawn chuckled.
"Dude, I think we broke her fucking brain! We’re too much for her, you should see her face! Hahaha!!"
"Haha! Not like it’s the first time this happened, remember your cousin last year?” Jesse countered amused.
“Haha! Yeah, bro! Fuck piston, baby!”
“Haha! Totally, bro!”
It was positively satisfying to exchange a few quips before letting their balls explode with well deserved virile sexual relief. Their mocking laughter mixed well with the girl's moans and the lively noise of a town that seemed to never sleep.
It didn’t take long for the two eighteen year olds to climax almost in unison with a satisfied growl. The Russian girl screamed along with them as she climaxed yet again, conquered and subdued by the boys’ impressive manhoods.
Slowly but inevitably, Shawn's hands loosened their grip and the girl slid down their sweaty bodies, first brushing her face against Shawn's chest and then his abs, kissing and licking every inch of salty skin she could while feeling the smoothness of Jesse’s lean torso with her hand. When her knees touched the ground, she lifted her face, now pressed between their two crotches. The smell was overpoweringly manly down there. She inhaled deeply, enjoying the power that stench had over her. She looked up at them. They were smirking down at her, catching their breath. They were indeed too much for her. Too handsome, too dominant and too skilled despite being so young. She had never felt such pleasure, nor such gratitude, towards her previous lovers. She didn't want it to end. Still buzzing, she moved without thinking. She grabbed both their softening dicks and pulled off the condoms now full of teenage cum. She took Shawn’s dick in her mouth till her face was glued to his pubes and slowly sucked it clean. Then she did the same with Jesse’s, her eyes never leaving theirs. They didn’t comment, they simply kept smirking approvingly at her. Then she put one condom in her mouth and bit it, sucking out its content, a blissful expression on her face. That’s when the guys burst out laughing, their youthful cockiness back in all its glory.
“Mmmmmm,” the girl moaned as she put the other condom in her mouth and repeated the process.
“Hahahahaha!!!!! What the fuck! How much of a cumwhore are you?! You like our jizz that much?” Shawn asked, incredibly amused.
“Yessssss!! Good cum!!” she replied with the thickest Russian accent ever, while continuing to suckle on the two pieces of used latex as if she were savoring some sort of luscious dessert.
“Hahaha!!!! Why can’t our girlfriends be more like this!?” Jesse grabbed her by the hair and dick slapped her face a few times. She automatically stuck her tongue out trying to lick his sweaty shaft.
“I know, bro! This one’s even sluttier than the New Yorkers! Fuck!!!” Chuckled Shawn, copying his buddy and receiving the same amount of love from the chick’s hungry mouth.
“No shit! Hey bitch! If you like our cum sooooo much you should thank us for it, don’t ya think?”
Jesse’s words were kind of a joke but when she frowned up at him a little confused and said “No understand…” he dumbed it down almost viciously.
“Say THANK YOU FOR GOOD CUM!” he said it loudly and slowly, copying her thick accent, hitting her face with his dick every syllable. Shawn snickered.
The girl smiled now and nodded.
“Yes! Thank you for good cum!” she repeated doltishly and the boys cracked up, still keeping up the facial dick slapping. She was in heaven.
“You’re welcome! Guess they don’t feed you enough cum in Russia, do they?” They laughed again. The girl didn’t understand most of their humiliating jokes but she didn’t care, she had two massive dicks on her face and that’s all she wanted for now. Her tongue never stopped swirling, with savage hunger.
The boys continued to sneer for a few seconds, letting her clean their sticky, sweaty junk at her heart’s content. Then Shawn noticed something and as he pointed down between his feet he went:
“Hey, look! There’s some on the floor! Wanna lap it up?”
Again, the girl didn’t really understand his words but she immediately looked down and giggled like a total bimbo and crouched down to lick the three drops of ‘precious cum’ she simply couldn’t let go to waste. Obviously the two young men guffawed once more, how could they not.
“Dude, this bitch needs to start paying us if she wants more! Haha!!” Shawn cackled.
“Bro, that ain’t a bad idea, y’know!! Hahaha!”
They went on laughing as she was still licking their cum off the floor.
Mark Ward was having the time of his fucking life. He had started to drill the ass of one of the Russian chicks with all the energy he had while she moaned and gasped and whimpered, a mixture of pain and pleasure. His dick felt like it was melting. What a nice, tight ass she had. It felt so good to stretch it, fuck!
“Ah, ah, ah!!” she wailed, “slow, go slow... hurts!! hurts!!” The blond guy grinned as he swiped his hair out of his face. Then he asked loudly:
“You want me to stop fucking you?!”
“No!!! No!! No stop!!!! Please!!!!! More!!! More!!!!” she quickly replied with a worried voice.
“That’s what I thought! Then shut the fuck up and get used to it, bitch!” he grunted, increasing the force of each brutal thrust if it was even possible. He turned to his right and snickered. The expression on his buddy’s face mirrored his own, not ten feet away.
Alex Jinn couldn’t help chuckling, then he looked down again. The Asian features on his handsome face were relaxed and exuded unencumbered pleasure. The tip of his dick was hitting the back of a nameless chick’s throat. He was pretty much sitting on the face of the third Russian they had picked up. He couldn’t see her. Well, he couldn’t see her face since he was using her mouth-pussy like it was nothing more than a fleshlight, a wet hole to stick his dick in. It felt so natural to ignore the disturbing, muffled choking sounds the girl emitted from beneath him while enjoying the firm grip she had on his ass, pushing him down to her and just begging to be skullfucked to death, which the boy was, of course, more than happy to do.
What a night! Francis had been waiting in that car for more than two hours. He was tired, but not sleepy. What had gone down wouldn’t let his mind relax. How could it? He had been told that he was a slave now. That he was to obey their every word. Just obey, no questioning. And why? Cause he was a fag and fags apparently need to be dominated by men. It was absurd. Completely absurd. Yet, had he fought back? Had he even considered telling them to go to hell or something? No way, not a goddamn peep. He had nodded and agreed like a good little bitch. And the reason for that was ultimately very, very simple: somehow, it made sense. Somehow it was the truest and most honest thing somebody had ever said to him. Unbelievable. The hurricane of emotions that were raging inside of him was overwhelming. Fear, anger, shame, sadness, frustration but probably the strongest ones were anticipation and relief. Yes, he was excited and thrilled like a kid on the first day of school and, as weird as it may be, that whole new situation made him horny as fuck.
He checked his phone again. Nothing. He would be part of their group, that was what really mattered to him. Everything else was good… bad… The jury was still out but quite frankly, they'd been treating him like a slave anyway, even though it wasn’t 'official', he doubted the rest of the trip would be any different. Just maybe that from now on, they would simply use him without any sort of pretense. Just for the fun of doing so.
"You know what I'm talking about, right?" He recalled Shawn's perfect face, which had been so close to his that Francis had almost wet himself. Of course, he knew. And he also knew that what Shawn was referring to was true. They had told him he was born to serve. Nothing else. Just serve. Why did their words feel like they hit the nail on the head? He realized how perverse the whole notion was yet he knew what he felt. Fuck, his head hurt. For a moment he wanted to switch off his brain and stop analyzing the situation from every possible angle. It was an exercise in futility because no amount of reasoning could ever explain why this young college student knew those high schoolers were right. Yet, it was clear and quite obvious, really! They were right. THEY WERE RIGHT!
Slowly, the fear of what would happen sort of dissipated and funnily enough, all of a sudden he didn't care about, well, anything anymore. After all, being in their company was what he wanted, was it not? And Shawn, dear, gorgeous Shawn, had shown him the way. Once again, his… his master, had helped him.
For the umpteenth time, he looked at his phone. The damn thing just wouldn't ring.
It was easily three in the morning when the four boys left the Russian girls' apartment. There weren't many people around anymore. They felt satisfyingly dirty. In dire, DIRE need of a cold shower, for sure, but damn, it was worth it! They had even more fun than the night before.
“These 'trips to the mountains' should happen more often, guys!” said Mark sarcastically, strutting with his hands stuffed in his jeans pockets. They were heading towards the venue where they’d been a few short hours earlier.
“Yeah, no kidding!” Alex replied while the others chuckled. It was pleasantly warm outside, a change of pace compared to the stifling heat during the day.
Jesse noticed a blonde girl with a familiar look among the people on the patio of the club. She was talking with a couple of friends and looked pretty wired. The boy smirked.
“Should I call him, guys?” asked Shawn, pulling out his phone.
Alex yawned and nodded while Mark stretched, saying “Yeah, I'm pretty beat.”
Shawn was about to dial the number when Jesse interjected.
“Hang on!”
He was staring intently at that girl, and the others followed his gaze, trying to understand what he had in mind. Shawn recognized her and snickered.
“Don’t know about you guys, but my junk is all sticky and sweaty,” Jesse informed them. Laughter behind him, then various murmurs of agreement “I think we should have our little whore friend over there lick us aaaaall clean, what do you say?” the boy asked sarcastically.
“Word!”
“Amen, bro!”
“Fuck, yeah!”
They were always on the same page. It felt so good to have that kind of close friendship. They laughed heartily as they walked towards the New York girl they had smashed the night before.
Music was still coming from the club and some people were still dancing. Poor Marissa didn’t notice them till they were on her. She jumped slightly when Jesse's sly voice whispered in her ear.
“Hey, gorgeous!” The New Yorker who had begged to be gangbanged by them a few hours earlier turned to look at them, completely drunk. She smiled happily.
“Hi, Jesse!” The boy smiled back as the other three sneered and approached her like a pack of wolves.
“Missed me?” The dark-haired latino took her chin as she was nodding blissfully. He brought his face less than an inch from hers and said in a sweet tone, almost as if whispering words of love, “...listen, my friends and I need this pretty little mouth of yours...” He stuck his thumb between her lips and she immediately started to suck on it. He snickered, “...what do you say, can we use it?” She giggled stupidly, then nodded with a mischievous little smile. He smiled back, “Yeah, that’s what I thought!”
The four boys jeered, then took her by the hand, and she followed them towards the bathroom.
Francis woke up with a startle, awakened by his phone buzzing. He answered immediately, his heart faster than usual.
"Hello?" His voice was a bit drowsy, and Shawn noticed it right away.
"What the fuck, bitch? Were you asleep?!"
"N… no, no, I was just..." Francis was already panicking, trying to find some sort of excuse, but he was cut off.
"Slaves don’t fucking sleep on the job, bitch! They wait till their masters call, stupid!" Shawn’s voice wasn’t even trying to hide the obvious sadistic amusement the straight boy was feeling.
"No… of… of course I… really, I wasn’t… I was just..." He tried to be convincing but the laughter and the loud voices in the background were a bit distracting. The most raucous seemed to be Alex’s.
"Just fucking clean all of it not just the tip, slut! C’mon stick your tongue out! Thaaaat’s it! Aaaaaall of it! Hehehe!!!" Francis immediately pictured the scene in his head and couldn’t help feeling jealousy of a random ‘slut’ whose mouth had been chosen for a duty he would have killed to perform.
"Well?" Shawn barked on the phone and Francis snapped out of it and resumed talking.
"...I… I swear I was just waiting for your call..."
"You lying to me, slave?” Shawn asked, snickering.
“N… no… Sir, I would never…” Francis replied frantically.
“Sir?! Haha! I like that, bitch!” Shawn cackled.
“Yes, S…”
“Fuuuck! Licking balls is your fucking calling, slut!! Who taught you to do that?” Alex’s amused voice was still loud on the other side, mixing with the laughter of Francis’ other masters. Even Shawn was cackling.
“Hey, listen fag! We’re almost done here! Come pick us up in front of the place where we left you!" Shawn told him. Francis was about to respond, but Alex's voice distracted him again.
“Whose balls taste better, slut? Huh?! C’mon it’s gotta be me, right??” Yuuuuuuummy balls, right?!?! Hahaha!” The baby voice the Asian jock was making, combined with the words he was using, were humiliating beyond belief. God, Francis wanted to be that ‘slut’ so badly. The boys were cracking up and it was very difficult to concentrate but Shawn’s voice shook him.
“Hey! Did you get that?!” The straight boy was annoyed now.
“Yes, yes! Of course, Sir! Got it, I'm on my way!” Francis cursed himself in his mind.
“Good slave! And hurry the fuck up!” and with that, the most handsome boy on Earth hung up.
Francis started the engine and obeyed.
The newly enslaved college student parked right in front of the club. He couldn’t see them. He looked around, terrified that he might have gotten the location wrong. The very few people that were still around were so wasted he instantly abandoned the idea of asking them if they had seen his masters. But that feeling of loss didn’t last very long. The bar doors swung open and there they were, oozing swag with every step. Handsome, cool, masculine, virile, butch alphas in the truest and purest of senses. Everything that he was not. Such proud and contented grins lit their attractive features as they were chatting, jeering and laughing rowdily, pushing and punching each other for kicks, as boys do. Francis swallowed hard as he watched them head towards him. When they noticed him they got even louder in their mocking.
"Well, look who’s here! Our faithful little slave bitch!" boomed Mark, sending shivers down Francis’s spine. Someone turned to look at them, but none of them were sober enough to even remember their own names which made Francis feel slightly less uncomfortable.
"Hi," muttered Francis bashfully.
"What was that?" Jesse said provocatively, leaning in and cupping one of his ears. "I don’t think I heard you right, slave!" He emphasized the last word in such an overplayed manner. The others went along with it and looked at him expectantly, sniggering cockily. Francis hesitated for a couple of seconds, realizing he had made a mistake.
"I’m sorry… good evening, masters," he then said a bit louder, bowing his head.
"Fuck yeah, that's what I’m talking about!" replied Jesse.
“Yeah, bitch, I don’t think saying ‘Hi’ to us is gonna cut it anymore, you know?!” quipped Alex.
“No shit! I wanna hear ‘Sir’, everytime you open your mouth, like you did with Shawn on the phone, fag!” Mark piled on.
“Y… yes, Sir! Of course, Sir!” answered Francis.
"Now, c’mon! Do the bitch pose you like and come greet your masters with a little kiss! C’mon bitch!”
Francis was rather confused by that statement and not completely sure of what he was supposed to be doing. The bitch pose ‘HE liked’? But he knew better than to argue or even ask, it would only make things worse and Shawn was looking at him. He hesitated again for a couple of seconds. Way too long, apparently.
"Well?! Any time this year, fag?!?!" Shawn’s voice hit him like a whip and his knees almost bent automatically. He placed his hands on the dirt road and crawled to them because obeying was the only thing he was born for so at least he had to be great at that! Their dusty sneakers were right in front of them and it wasn’t too hard to guess what Jesse ment with ‘a little kiss’. He lowered his face and placed his lips on the tip of each of their shoes and gave them a light peck amid their cackles.
"Hahahaha!!! Good job, slave!” The mockery and condescension in their voice was so thick even he was amused. “Now, that's how a fag bitch slave says ‘hi’ to straight guys, get it?” Jesse asked.
“Yes, Sir!”
“Good! And don’t you fucking forget it!” the handsome latino added.
“No Sir!”
“Isn’t he supposed to say ‘thank you’ everytime he does something for us?” Alex asked, smirking down at him.
“Toooootally!!!” said Jesse.
“C’mon, bitch! Thank us for letting you kiss our shoes!” Shawn’s voice again. Completely overwhelming.
“Yes, Sir! Thank you Masters for letting me kiss your shoes!”
“Thaaat’s what I’m talking about!” sneered Alex.
“Yeah, we’re so good to you, bitch! We even let you be our slave! That’s a small price to pay to be part of our little group, isn’t it?” It was Shawn again. Anything that guy said made perfect sense to Francis, every single thing.
“Of course, Sir! I’m so grateful!! Thank you!!” the slave said with renovated passion which, of course, sent the four boys into hysterics.
“Hahahaha!!! You’re fucking welcome, faggot! Hahaha!” cackled Mark.
"Alright, guys, let's go back to the shithole, I'm zonked!" Shawn then said stretching loudly.
.
"Yeah, same here!" Alex echoed.
“Gimme my keys, bitch!” ordered Jesse holding out his hand.
“Of course, Sir!”
“Hey, what do you say we stuff the fag in the trunk? There’ll be more space for us!” suggested Mark as they were walking (well, the straight boys were walking, the fag was crawling) towards the car.
“Fuck, yeah! He shouldn’t ride with us anyway! Don’t want his faggy germs in my car!” Jesse quip was awarded with more teenage cackles. Freddy kept crawling behind them.
“Guys, guys! Don’t be mean!” Shawn said in the most sardonic voice “Let’s hear what the slave says!” they all turned to look at Francis “Well, bitch? Where do you wanna ride?” Shawn asked, sneering and it was obvious that there was only one reply Francis could actually give.
“In the trunk! Please put me in the trunk, Sir!”
More laughter.
“Hahaha! And why do you wanna ride in the trunk, slave?” asked Shawn.
Francis swallowed hard before saying “Because I don’t deserve to ride with straight men… I… I’m inferior to them…”
The roar of laughter was even louder this time.
“Hahaha! Took you long enough to say it out loud, bitch!” said Shawn “But I’m proud of you! You totally have a knack for this slave thing, you know?”
Francis took all their taunts and humiliating remarks without replying. He had never been so fucking hard in his entire life. What the fuck was wrong with him?
Mark opened the car trunk, looked Francis in the eyes, and amid the laughter said "Come on, doggy!! Hop in!!" The others burst out laughing, again clutching their stomachs. This was so incredibly entertaining to them.
“Y… yes, Sir…” he mumbled and climbed into the trunk of Jesse’s Jeep.
The last thing he saw were their four handsome smirking faces.
"You’ll be fine, fag! You’ll see!" Alex said to him. Then a loud thud and complete darkness. He heard the car doors open and close, and the muffled voices of his masters reached him.
"Hahahaha! ‘Yes master’, ‘thank you master’! Hahaha!!”
“Did you see that?! He’s so fucking pathetic!"
“I know, I told you he was gonna be perfect for…”
But the rest of their comments were drowned out by a loud roar. Jesse had started the engine, and it seemed to be right underneath Francis. A tear escaped from the gay boy’s eyes, but he pushed the rest back down. He adjusted the annoying hard-on that simply wouldn’t go down. What a mess. It was one thing to talk himself into accepting that this was his role in life and all the narrative Shawn had so clearly explained, but it was another thing was to actually live it. It was painful, exciting, humiliating, thrilling, degrading, arousing all at the same time. Francis sighed as the car began to move.
The journey wasn’t very long but predictably uncomfortable. The college sophomore didn’t remember there being so many potholes on the road back to the apartment. It kinda seemed like Jesse was aiming for them on purpose. Maybe he was. Suddenly, the roar ceased, but it continued to echo in the boy’s ears. He started to hear their voices again. They got out of the car and then opened the trunk door.
“How was the ride, slave?” asked Shawn with a smile.
Francis’ answer was a predictable “It… it was great, thank you master,”
They snickered of course. Why did it feel so good when they did that to him? Degrade and humiliate him. Why?
“Come on, get out, we’re here.” ordered Shawn, shaking his head, amused. Francis placed his feet on the ground, and without even giving him the time to react, Alex reminded him of his status. With a kick in the ass, he sent him face-first into the dirt.
“Slaves shouldn’t be walking in front of their masters! Remember, you’re a dog!” bellowed Alex and Francis got back up on all fours while they laughed.
“I’m sorry, masters!” was the prompt reply from Francis’s now completely subjugated mind.
“Get your ass over here, fag!” Shawn said to him. They were waiting for him a few feet away from where he was on all fours, in a semicircle, like a firing squad, in front of the apartment front door. Francis obeyed and looked up at them “Now, lift your front paws like a good doggy!” another pause while he was doing what he had been told “Perfect! Now open your mouth, come on!” Francis swallowed hard but obeyed. Once more he could guess what was coming.
“Stick your tongue out and tilt your head back!” This time it was Jesse’s voice. Francis obeyed again as he watched them unzip their pants. After a few seconds, he had four perfect, gorgeous, veiny soft cocks pointing at him menacingly. He began to pant from excitement. Fuck, he really was a dog.
“Thirsty? Hahahahaha!!!!” Mark's words hit him a split second before their warm piss. He welcomed the taste like an old friend and began to swallow as much as he could. He had done it on their first night there, after all, only this felt so much better. It was hard, mind you. He had to gulp it down every two, maximum three seconds since those four hoses were relentlessly shooting gallons of his steamy yellow fag drink. It was never ending! His face was completely drenched, as was his shirt, because his masters weren't just making him drink it. No, that wouldn’t have been entertaining enough, of course.
“Your greasy hair is fucking gross, slave! Here you go, wash it! Hahahaha!!!!” said Alex and Francis closed his eyes to avoid injuring them. “Come on! Get that shampoo going, whatchu waiting for!? Hahahahaha!!!” Alex’s beautiful Asian features were sporting such an amused smirk. Francis started to massage his head amidst their mocking comments. There wasn't a dry inch on his body
"Yeah, you needed a good shower, slave!! What do you say?" sneered Shawn.
“Thammmaaar…” he tried to answer but some piss went down the wrong pipe and he started to choke.
The boys, of course, watched him double over coughing and laughed their balls off.
“Dude, he’s so fucking pathetic!!! Hahahaha!!!” Mark was cackling louder than the others.
They went on pissing on his back, emptying their bladders and enjoying the last few laughs of what had clearly been such a fun night for them.
After a while, the streams of piss weakened, and Francis slowly caught his breath. He hurried to whisper: “thank you for your piss, Masters…” It came out as a wheezing, breathy rasp but they acknowledged him.
“You’re welcome, fag! Anytime!” Jesse snickered. "Now that we've marked you outside and inside you are officially this group slave bitch! Happy?”
“Y… yes, Sir…” Francis responded to the handsome latino.
“That means you belong to us from now on, got it?!" Shawn explained.
“Yes, Sir…”
“Not just for kicks, for real! You got that, right?” Shawn’s smirk was to die for.
“Yes, Sir, of course… thank you… thank you…” the college boy kept whimpering out of both excitement and dread.
The straight high-school graduates all snickered wildly as they tucked their manhoods back into their underwear and zipped up.
"Alright, time to catch some well deserved z’s, boys! We got plenty of time to have fun with him!" Stated Shawn.
The others turned around amused and began to file into the house, but he remained there looking down at Francis, like a true master does his dog. The boy’s smirk had shifted to a different kind of strange, knowing smile.
"I just wanna make sure that you actually got what we’re saying, fag. You are our property now.” Shawn said, in the quiet night air “We can use you in any way we want. Matter of fact, you're not even human to us anymore, you understand that, right? You're a dog. No! You’re less than that!” Shawn mused “More like an object. Yes! A toy, that’s what you are!” It was probably the most important life lesson Francis had ever gotten. “And we’re gonna play with you as much as we want! Is that clear? Those eyes. How could Francis ever disagree with him?
"Yes, master."
"No turning back, this is your life now!"
"Yes, master."
Shawn’s smirk was back, showing off his perfect teeth. After a few seconds of silence, as they looked each other in the eyes, Shawn simply said to him:
"Goodnight, slave." He kicked dirt towards the kneeling fag, covering him in dust.
"Goodnight, master," Francis murmured, his voice broken by tears.
Then Shawn turned around and followed his straight friends, leaving him broken and alone, like the dog he was.
The light of dawn was bright enough that it just wouldn't let him keep sleeping. Which was actually fine. After all, Francis didn't have any right whatsoever to continue sleeping. As if! The fag slave brought a hand to his face to lessen the brightness and slowly opened his eyes. Desert, sand, dust, a few shrubs. This was the view that had greeted him every morning in the last four days, since his masters had explained it wasn't right for him to sleep with them in the vacation house they had rented. That was a place for humans, and he obviously wasn't one anymore. He was starting to doubt he had ever been one since, as fucked up as this whole thing may be to someone else’s eyes, it now made sense in so many ways for Francis. So he was sleeping outside, lying on a dusty tarp behind the house. Like a dog. Five days since that memorable pissing ceremony that had made it official. A slave. That word had always sounded so… old… definitely from another time; a dark one, for sure! Now he was one. For all intents and purposes. A slave to be used, humiliated, to have fun with, but nothing more. No human rights, only duties. Obey without ever talking back, that's what he had done since then. Oh, sure, in theory there was nothing that chained the college student to the straight boys’ whims… except there was. Spending time with them and being treated that way by them had completely changed the way his brilliant brain saw things. So he had NOT disobeyed them, he had NOT run away, he had NOT called his sister to vent because he did NOT want to. And he was pretty damn sure that he wasn’t going to. Like ever. He had cried of course. A lot in the first couple of days as a matter of fact. Gallons of tears. Sometimes even in the presence of his masters, which had predictably caused fits of uncontrollable cackles. Then, one night he had stopped doing that. He had had enough and started thinking about something Mark had said to him while slapping his fag face with his foot.
“Why the fuck you crying, faggot? Those better be tears of fucking joy cause this should totally make you the happiest fucking queer in the world! You get to serve all four of us till we get bored with you! Can’t you see how lucky you are! This is the only reason you were born for anyways! Might as well fucking enjoy it!”
The newly indentured college boy kept hearing that phrase over and over again, in his head, obsessing over it. And the more he thought about it, the more he couldn’t find a single thing that was wrong in the blond stud’s words. Then, two questions popped into his mind. ‘Is this really going to be my life from now on?’ Now deep down in his conscience, he feared he knew the answer to that one. He hated doing all those horrible, horrible things, but if it was them making him do it... well, that was a different story.
The second question was ‘Am I ok with it?’ And the answer was a definite yes. He was okay with it. He was more than ok with it, actually. He had NEVER been this horny, EVER! In the last week he had jerked off more times than his entire life combined, every single time thinking about them kicking his face, pissing in his mouth, spitting on him, calling him every possible name in the book and making him lick their sweaty feet. It was like all his darkest fantasies (fantasies he had never even known he had) had come to life. He liked being in their company, he liked being humiliated by them, he liked everything, because in a way, he was part of the group, wasn't he? And above all, of course, he was hopelessly in love with Shawn. Not in a normal way, though. He was completely and utterly subjugated by Shawn’s presence and existence. What he felt for him wasn’t far from the need to worship. And it was strong, way stronger than love. So strong, in fact, that it was worth enduring everything they did to him just to see a smirk on his divine face.
He sat up, lifting his face from the dust. The chain around his neck jingled, and he hurried to silence it. God forbid he woke them up so early, they would kill him. Relief washed over him when he heard no sign of the masters. He slowly got to his feet, holding the chain with both hands. They had tied him to a post behind the house, with a padlock for which they kept the key, of course. The chain was a good 50 yards which gave him more than enough liberty to move freely around the house. But nothing more. It had been Alex’s bright idea and it had turned out to be highly amusing for the whole group because not only did it ensure the fag couldn't escape while they slept, but they also got themselves a nice leash to tug and pull. Francis’s neck hurt. He passed a hand over the irritation he had, but the chain was so tight it nearly strangled him.
He stretched and yawned in perfect silence. The clothes he was wearing were filthy. As they should be. They had pissed on him the night before, as always. It was their favorite amusement, their "goodnight kiss." He stank like a urinal all over. So gross. He needed to clean himself up. The four high-schoolers who owned him allowed him to wash in the morning. Not for his well-being of course, but because they didn't want him around them if he smelled too bad, and rightly so.
"Come on!" he told himself as he headed for the water hose behind him. He stripped naked and washed his clothes first with a piece of soap so old it was fossilized. Once his t-shirt, shorts and underwear were hung to dry he washed himself thoroughly. It felt so good to feel the cold water on his skin. He took slightly longer than needed, enjoying the sensation. He then brushed his teeth with a toothbrush his masters had carefully stepped on and rinsed his mouth from the hose. There. He was ready for a new day as a slave. He dried himself and carefully went inside the house completely naked. In less than half an hour his clothes would be dry and clean and he could cover himself so as not to gross his masters’ out with his pathetic, laughable dicklet, if you could even call it that.
He went down on all fours; It was the rule, him not being human and all, and he began his daily fag chores. He moved slowly to avoid making the chain jingle too loud and headed towards their room. The smell of male testosterone was overpowering and, he had found out, a very powerful drug for his brain. He took in the spectacle his eyes got to feast on every morning. A spectacle which reassured him and reminded him why he submitted to all this. The perfection of four semi-naked bodies cradled in the utmost bliss of those naturally gifted youths who seemingly didn’t have a care in the world. He allowed himself well over a minute to enjoy the best moment of his day. Then he looked around. Their clothes were scattered everywhere on the floor, the room was in complete chaos, as it was every morning. He gathered all their sneakers for his daily routine and closed their door to let them enjoy their well deserved sleep
He went to the kitchen and set the eight dusty shoes on the floor. Then stood up and took a glass of water he placed on the ground and crouched down again. He picked up one of Shawn’s shoes. He always started with his, a pair of Nikes so worn out that the logos had almost faded. He opened the shoe and buried his nose into it, filling his lungs with a strong, masculine, revolting smell. A smell he loved with all his being. He remained there for twenty seconds. Those were his orders. He had been told he was still in training and they couldn't allow him to forget their scents. Then he emerged from that foul abyss, stuck out his tongue, and began cleaning the shoe by licking away all the dirt and dust accumulated from walking around in a place like that. Every two licks, they had told him, he had to swallow to clean his tongue. Then, at most every ten, he had to take a sip of water to rinse. Francis was grateful for this precious gift because, really, it was the only time of day he could drink something other than their piss.
Yes, because, sure enough, the four straight boys had completely stopped using the house toilet for their ‘liquid needs’. Every drop of golden piss they produced had to be drunk. Every single drop. No exception. Well, one, really. The evening fag shower they so kindly allowed him to have because that was for their own entertainment after all. In fact, they had placed a small plastic bucket outside the house door, a ‘fag trough’ as they called it, which they used to relieve themselves and, every single morning, they had to find empty, right outside their bedroom, ready to be filled again. Francis hadn't managed to finish all their piss the night before and had left some for this morning. What was stopping him from throwing the piss away and pretending he hadn’t broken the fag laws? Again, his own brain. Nothing else. So he was, indeed, going to drink it, but only after cleaning their shoes. He didn’t wanna get them dirty.
He carefully lapped clean the tip of Shawn’s sneaker, then the side, on all fours like a dog. The thought of standing up and maybe sitting on a chair didn’t even cross his fag mind anymore. After a couple of minutes, he examined his work. He smiled. He put effort into everything he did, always had. He drank a sip of water and rinsed his mouth, swallowing with relief. Then turned the shoe upside down and with his tongue now all nice and clean, began licking the sole.
Alex’s dream was interrupted by a light, wet tickle on the sole of his left foot. The Asian jock came to, smiling even before opening his eyes. He stretched, quite theatrically, enjoying the service. He put an arm behind his head, tensed his chest and sculpted abs, arched his long, fair-skinned feet, wiggled his toes, and yawned.
Then he looked down and saw the grateful eyes of the hungry little queer peeking out from behind the sole of the foot this pitiful lowlife was diligently slobbering over.
"How is it?" Alex asked with an amused, yet sleepy voice.
"It tastes so good, master… thank you for letting me do this, Sir…" came the prompt reply.
So fucking eager. The handsome high-schooler chuckled softly. He spent a few more minutes watching the fag, placing one foot near his mouth and then the other, sticking his toes in his mouth, letting him wash them thoroughly. It was hard to believe how much this pussy yearned to be humiliated. Of course it was funny as fuck, but the power they had over him was hands down the dopest thing ever! He finally bent his knees, pulling them away from the fag’s face, and scratched himself crudely between the legs.
“Wake the others, and hurry the fuck up! We gotta hit the town.”
They took turns pissing into the fag trough and filled it almost halfway between loud yawns and morning grunts. Shawn was the last one. He shook his dick a few times when he was finished then moved to the kitchen, sitting across from Jesse while Mark was pressing the fag’s face to the floor with his foot. Shawn’s lips curved into an evil smirk.
“Why am I crushing your fag snout, slave?” The slim jock asked calmly while running his fingers through his blond locks.
Francis squinted from the pain but replied instantly.
“For no reason, Master, just because you feel like it, Master. Thank you for the time you spend training me, master!” he said it all in one breath, and everyone burst out laughing.
“Hahaha!!! Good, I see yesterday’s kicks taught you the lesson, faggot!! Hahaha!!!” Mark continued cheerfully.
“Yes, master, thank you for punishing me, master!” the slave contorted his own mouth, desperately trying to kiss Mark’s foot which, of course, called for more jeering.
Finally Mark kicked his face away pretty roughly and sat down for breakfast. Francis got to his feet in less than two seconds and started serving them the food he had prepared.
Everything was delicious. As usual, he had worked hard for them. They stuffed their mouths, chatting and joking among themselves, completely ignoring him as if he were part of the furniture. This morning's topic was music.
“Dude, I’m telling you! That band is fucking sick!” Jesse stated, and the others agreed, still chewing “They’re playing in L.A. in August I think. We should totally go, guys. Tickets are fucking boujee but it’s worth it.”
“I’m out, bro! I’m dead broke, I’m gonna have to work my ass off this summer. My mom said she’s done coughing up money.” Alex said, rolling his eyes, then muttering ‘bitch’.
“I can cover you, bro! No sweat!” Mark interjected, shrugging.
“Nah, it’s alright, man! You guys go, though!” Alex replied, handing his plate to the fag to get a second serving of eggs.
Shawn looked at the dog, obediently doing what he was born to do. He mused. An idea was forming in his mind. He swallowed the piece of crispy bacon he was chewing while considering it. Could they really push it that far? Only one way to find out.
"Hang on!” he said and everyone else turned to look at him. “Hey, bitch! If I'm not mistaken, that cocksucking sister of yours told me you've been working at the dean’s office for like two years now, that true?"
Before the fag could answer the first smiles were starting to appear on the straight boys’ hansome faces. It wasn’t hard to guess what Shawn had in mind.
"Y… yes, master, it's true… for two years," the fag replied bashfully, looking at his god in the eyes.
"Then you must have some cash saved up, right?" Shawn continued, calmly.
"Yes, master, that's right."
"Problem solved, then!” Shawn smirked, “YOU will pay for our tickets." It was a statement, a done deal, zero room for compromising. The expression on Shawn’s gorgeous face completely levelled Francis, whose poor, subdued personality simply couldn’t do anything but nod enthusiastically.
“Yes, Sir… of course…” the slave mumbled.
“Fuck, yeah! That’s what I’m talking about!” boomed Jesse as Mark and Alex were laughing in triumph “Alright, bitch! I’m sending you the link, do it now.”
It took them a couple of minutes to decide on the seats while Francis waited on his knees, by their feet. Of course they picked the best ones and when Francis clicked on the ‘Pay Now’ button, a whole grand magically disappeared from his bank account and four tickets to a band Francis had never heard of popped up into the straight boys mailboxes.
“Hahaha! Thanks, fag!” snickered Alex, looking down to the slave.
Francis felt the need to lean forward and kiss Alex’s foot, tenderly.
“Of course, Sir…”
“Aaawww! Look at that, our little faggot is in love with your foot sweat!” jeered Mark, then put his own foot on the slave’s head “Don’t tell me you love it more than mine, bitch!”
The two straight boys slapped the fag’s face around with their feet while Jesse cackled. But Shawn’s mind was still working.
“Hold up, guys!” He said “I think we can do better than just a lousy concert ticket.” His three friends were smirking at him curiously “Hey, fag! Get your phone and log into your account, I wanna see how much is in it.”
There was a moment of silence as Freddy swallowed hard, the boys’ naked feet still firmly on his face.
“Y… yes, Sir…” he mumbled awkwardly as he fished his phone out of his shorts. Once logged in he handed his phone to Shawn.
“Over 13k, niiiiice!” sneered his sister’s boyfriend. Everyone there knew where this was going and no one better than Francis. “You guys all have Venmo?” Shawn asked his three friends. They all nodded and Shawn went for the jugular “Awesome! Send us 3k each, now faggot! Slaves don’t need cash, we’ll spend it for you.”
Francis couldn’t believe how hard this whole money extortion had made him. It was so fucking pathetic. It wasn’t even a matter of what he was gonna answer, that part was a given, but the fervor and zeal that was bursting inside of him was worrying.
“Y… yes, Sir…”
The second he replied his four masters cracked up and started hollering in incredulous satisfaction.
“Hahahaha!! I can’t believe it, bro! He’s fucking sending us his cash!!!” Alex cackled. “You just made my summer a little better, fag!
“Good job busting your ass for the last two years for us, fag! Hahaha!” added Jesse right after receiving his part with a notification.
"I… I’m happy to do it, masters…” Francis replied with no free will left.
"Good! You should be!" Jesse said softly. Those brown eyes of his seemed to reach right into his soul. "After all, you belong to us now, so everything you have is ours! Right, guys?" He asked his friends who all replied with different variations of assent ‘Word!’, ‘You bet!’, ‘No shit!’
“Y… yes, Sir… you’re right, S…”
He didn’t finish, Mark slapped his face with his foot, snickering: “Stupid faggot!”
“Th… thank you for kicking my face, Sir…” Francis hurried to kiss the foot that had just hit him which sent the boys into hysterics.
“You’re fucking welcome, queer!”
The boys went back to ignoring him completely and resumed their conversation. Francis was breathing heavily as he served them the rest of the food he had prepared.
It was almost impossible to think straight since all of his blood was pumping, restlessly towards his already rock hard dick. He had never, EVER been so turned on before and a fearsome battle inside him was raging on now.
He had just thought of something, after Jesse’s comment. ‘You belong to us, now so everything you have is ours’. The hunky latino was absolutely right and Francis’s brilliant mind was now feeling the urge to speak, even though a feeble voice in the back of his head was desperately screaming NO, NO, NO, DON'T DO IT!!!! But he had to do it. He just had to, they were his masters after all and it was their right to keep taking his money… ‘wrong, you fucking idiot! THEIR money!’. He closed his eyes and with a mixture of blissfulness and giddiness, he surrendered to oblivion.
"Masters!" he interrupted the four teenagers’ banter with a voice a bit louder than he should have dared. The boys all turned around, frowning a bit, like it was a nasty bug who had just spoken.
"The fuck do you want, faggot? Can’t you see we’re fucking talking?” Shawn said as he yanked his chain, hurting his neck.
“I’m… I’m so sorry, Sir… I just wanted to ask you… actually beg you to keep taking all my future paychecks…” the slave blurted out “It’s not much but I’ll talk to the dean as soon as we get back and ask him to make me work there full time. He won’t say no to me which means I should be able to make around 3 grand a month and I wanna give it to you… like all of it…” was whining and moaning like a bitch in heat “Please, take it…” he leaned forward and started kissing Shawn’s feet “Take it all, please…” his kissing become more passionate as a roar of laughter exploded in the room.
The boys high-fiving each other but mostly cackling uncontrollably.
“Fuck, this fag is beyond pathetic! Hahaha!” Said Jesse.
“Word, bro!” replied Alex enjoying the moment tremendously.
Shawn got up from his chair and stepped on the fag’s face, pinning him to the ground. “Hahaha! Sure, you dumb fuck, we’ll take your fag money!” he snickered.
“You bet! Every fucking penny!” snorted Alex stepping of the fag’s stomach "You know, on second thought, I don't think I'll be working at all this summer, you queer..." his Asian features were perfect. He put his other foot on the fag’s chest, using him as a serf board "...I'll totally chill with my bros, scratching my balls and spending all the money YOU’RE gonna bust your ass for!" the other three cheered him up with ‘fuck yeah, bro’ and Alex slapped the fag’s face a few times with his foot “That should make you suuuper happy, right?”
“Y… yes… Sir… so… happy… thank you… thank you, Sir…” Francis’s words were punctuated by Alex’s foot slaps. That made them laugh even more cruelly. Yet the college boy meant every syllable wholeheartedly. He was indeed happy to be cashraped by these highschoolers. He didn’t even know the word existed but that’s what it was. And his dick was so hard it was starting to actually hurt.
“Gotta say this bitch is being a really good slave, guys!” said Mark pulling his blond hair back.
“Best I ever had!” quipped Alex, still slapping the fag’s face.
“Haha! Totally! I say he deserves a reward. What do you think, bro?” Jesse asked Shawn with a meaningful smirk on his handsome face.
Shawn snickered and said “Suuuuure!” in such an exaggerated tone “Let’s see, what can we do to him?” mused the young master “You already got to lick our feet, drink our piss, clean after us, cook for us, be our fucking maid and our little ATM… mmmm…” they were all snickering uncontrollably “You’re already living the life, faggot! Hahaha!”
“Y… yes… Sir…” Alex’s foot wouldn’t let the fag snout’s rest.
“Uh, I got it!” said Mark “Why don’t you let ‘im lick the sweat off your balls?”
The fag’s face lit up like a fucking Christmas tree. He was sticking his tongue between Ale’s toes but he started to whimper which, of course, sent the straight boys into hysterics again.
“Would you like that, fucktard?” cackled Shawn “Lick the sweat of my balls as a reward for giving us all your fucking fag cash?”
“Yes Sir! I… I would do anything for that, Sir!!!” Francis’s eagerness fueled their degrading guffawing.
“Hahaha! Well, too fucking bad, piss tank! Fags don’t get to lick my junk, that’s what your whore sister’s tongue is for, hahaha!” said Shawn mercilessly and all of a sudden Francis looked like his fucking puppy had just died.
“Aaaawww! Look, what you’ve done, bro! Bitch gonna cry, now!” Alex sneered.
“Yeah, don’t be mean, man! Let ‘im lick something, c’mon! Haha!” Said Jesse.
“Fine, fine!” said Shawn rolling his eyes, clearly amused “Guess I got something for you to lick, pig!” he stood up “Let him up, bro.” he told Alex and as the fag got up to his knees, his sister’s boyfriend turned his back on him, lowered his boxers and spread his ass cheeks “Gotta do it before I shower though, cause I’m sure now it tastes like fag heaven, right pig?”
The straight boys were laughing their balls off again like a pack of hyenas. They were positively having the time of their life humiliating him and that, for sure, contributed to Francis’s crazy horniness, but it was nothing compared to Shawn’s sweaty ass five inches from his watering mouth. How could such a disgusting thing make him feel like he had just won the lottery?
He was about to thank Shawn and tell him that he couldn’t wait to taste his ass but Jesse planted his foot on the back of the fag’s head and violently pushed his face into his buddy’s ass. And suddenly, the world was perfect. Francis started licking instantly, like his life depended on it and he knew there was no other place on Earth he would have rather have been or no thing he would rather have been doing. Shawn had just hit the nail on the head! ‘Fag heaven’ he had called it and, boy, was he spot on! Right there and then was the perfect moment to lick his asshole clean from the shit he had obviously taken the night before, and all the sweat his young and athletic body had produced through the hot and suffocating Mexican night. The stench and the fowl taste were something the slave would have done ANYTHING to keep having for the rest of his life. It was kinda like a drug, really. He firmly felt like he was getting high on it. The whole experience had sent him to another dimension. He had shivers all over his body and even the roar of laughter that surrounded him kinda sounded far away because, to put it simply, he was in his happy place. ‘Fag heaven’ indeed! Hell he positively felt like he had just been granted the honor of a lifetime.
Alex and Mark were holding their stomachs as Jesse’s foot kept the bitch in place. Not that there was any need whatsoever.
“Well? Isn’t this better than just licking feet, fag?” Shawn asked him, turning his head back, but his response was a muffled ‘mmmmmmmmm’ which sounded so comically eager that it predictably obtained that exact same effect. Francis was lapping and slobbering on that asshole like a starving beast, making sure to savour and swallow the insane amount of spit his fag brain was inevitably producing.
“Wait, wait, I think I got a little present for you!” Shawn said, touching his flat stomach and making a face.
“Dude, you’re not about to…” chuckled Alex but a long, loud fart echoed in the room.
“Aaaaahhh!!! Take that and enjoy it, you fucking homo! Hahaha!” said Shawn. As if on cue, everyone went crazy with fits of uncontrollable cackles. Jesse accidentally bumped his fist into a glass of juice, spilling it on the floor. Alex and Mark did the same with the cereal box, a couple of half eaten pieces of toast and a plastic plate with eggs and bacon. Everything scattered all over the old, cracked, sticky green tiles. But no one cared. The stupid faggot in the room had just let a cocky straight boy fart in his mouth, sending the gay rights movement back centuries. And he hadn’t just let him. Oh, no, the bitch had eaten that fart, gratefully. Needless to say, he had been a champion at it, too. He hadn’t coughed once, he had kept licking that highschooler’s ass with all the hunger and honest joy a fart-eating queer should have. His head was in a complete haze but, somehow, he doubtlessly knew that being the reason for their laughter made him feel like he finally belonged. As crazy and fucked up as that might have been, it was true. Sure, it was a little bitter-sweet, because the defeated rational part of his brain was still there somewhere, trying desperately to tell this brilliant academic that this was wrong. Even though every fiber of his body was screaming at him that this was simply not right, it was the only way he could ever live from now on.
“Alright, that’s enough! Wouldn’t wanna spoil you, hehe!” Shawn slapped the fag’s face a couple of times, chuckling, and as his tasty ass escaped the fag’s tongue’s reach, the subhuman loser couldn’t help feeling a pang of sadness and an unyielding urge for more. The straight boy pulled up his boxers and turned around. He had his perfect smirk plastered on his face as he grabbed the chain around the fag’s neck and yanked it again.
"Hey! I just farted in your fucking mouth! What do you say, faggot?" he barked.
"Oh, god, thank you… thank you so much… That was unbelievable, master… I… I have never felt anything like it…" Was the naively, heartfelt honest answer the fag gave and the straight boys, of course went on laughing their balls off.
“Fucking fairy!” sneered Shawn and spit on his face, right in one of his eyes. How could Francis ever have thought he was the same as this boy standing in front of him. It was clear as day that he was inherently inferior, in such a tragic way that even comparing himself to him or even any of his friends was ludicrous.
The brown haired, handsome jock slapped him hard, for no reason other than to keep cackling with his homies, then he pushed his head away roughly and Francis fell to the floor.
“Haha! That’s right, stay down there! That’s where you and all your cocksucking breed belong, faggot!” Shawn said as he stomped on the fag’s face. Then:
“C’mon, guys! Let’s get ready!”
The four of them left him on the kitchen floor, tongue out, still trying to recall the taste of Shawn’s ass. His heart was pounding and Francis suddenly realised he had cummed in his underwear, almost explosively. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment but probably the fart had to have pushed him over the edge. He was a mess but he felt so good. Spent. Completely. But good. Better than he had ever felt before. Having a purpose does that to you.
The jocks returned after a few minutes, dressed and wearing the shoes he had lovingly cleaned for them. They found him in the same position, his face worn out, but with a kind of foolish smile on his lips.
"Hey fag! Your breakfast is on the floor, why aren’t you eating it?" Jesse said, pointing to the food they had knocked over during their fits of laughter.
"Yes, master," the physics graduate hurriedly replied. He began to lick the scrambled eggs off the filthy floor. "Mmmmm! Thank you masters!" he told them.
"Good job, doggy! Gotta keep your strength up! Hehe! And if you get thirsty, here’s a little something for ya." Alex whipped out his dick and started pissing in the fag trough next to the door.
"Thank you, masters…" the fag replied and resumed licking while listening to the soothing gurgling of the Asian boy’s stream hitting the bottom of the plastic bucket .
The highschoolers exited through the front door one by one, chuckling happily, patting each other on the back, as cheerful as ever due to the brutally entertaining show they had just watched. Shawn paused on the threshold, though, and looked back.
"Damn, you really are disgusting!" he said to him. "Do you realize how fucking low you are, fag?" he told him with a smirk.
"I… I think so… Sir…" the other replied.
"Do you? Good! Then I want you to really savor this moment, slave! How does it feel to know you’re officially not human anymore? Cause I think you finally got it, didn’t you?!" he told him maliciously.
Francis lifted his head and looked at him. Suddenly, unexpected tears streaked his face. He was unable to speak, and Shawn continued to smirk at him.
“Why the fuck are you crying, now?” the younger boy asked cruelly “You let me do this to you because you know that this is the only reason you were born for. This ‘life’...” he made quotation marks with his hands “...is even more than you deserve, you fucking freak! You should be fucking grateful that people like us even let you live!”
The slave nodded, attentive to every word from the boy’s hypnotic mouth.
“Look at us, we’re young, hot, smart and straight, we can do whatever the fuck we want and we’ll always get away with it scott-fucking-free, wanna know why?” Shawn continued relentlessly.
The fag nodded again, eager to actually know.
“Because there will always be some dumb sissy like you we can take advantage of and exploit however the fuck we want! That’s the truth! We just have to know where to look. Think you’re the first fag I turned into my personal bitch?” The handsome boy snorted “News flash! You’re not! I was still in junior high when I started bullying fags into doing my homework, my chores, fetching me stuff, paying for my shit and you know what they got in return? My bros and I beat them up pretty much daily! None of them snitched on us, ever! They simply took it like the subhuman mutts they were. And once I got bored with them I simply ghosted them. And every single one of those bitches kept looking for me for more! I can’t even remember their faces while they’re probably still jerking their little clits in front of my fucking altar and that’s exactly how it should be cause they don’t fucking matter! I do!” It was such a precious and educational conversation and a private one at that, because the other three masters were horsing around in the veranda. The slave was completely fawning over the straight boy’s every word “And you’re even lower than them. Fuck! I could shoot someone in the fucking head, point blank, right now and make you take the blame for me and you would do it, you know you would! You would fucking spend the rest of your sorry excuse for a life behind bars, knowing that I got away with it and it would even make your queer ass happy as fuck! Hell, you would even thank me! That’s how pathetically low you are! Am I wrong, faggot?”
The slave swallowed hard before whispering an almost inaudible “No, Sir…”
The triumph on Shawn’s face didn’t really need any words.
“Hehe! Well, guess you ARE good for something, then.” the straight boy commented, amused.
“Th… thank you, Sir…” the fag smiled up at his master who cracked up again.
“See what I mean, faggot?! Hahaha!”
“Dude, what’s the hold up? We’re sweating our balls off out here!” Alex shouted.
“Coming, bro!” replied Shawn and spit on the floor right in front of the fag who instantly started to lick.
“Hehe! Enjoy the rest of your life, fag! Hehehe!” Shawn said, giving him one last disgusted grin before slamming the front door and joining his friends.
Francis heard them talking loudly, laughing rowdily and then the sound of the Jeep's engine. All the while he never stopped licking the tile where his master had spit. His rationality had clearly vanished, making way for his desires, for his true self to manifest. Fucked up? For sure. That’s a mild way to describe his current mindset, but he truly and honestly felt stupidly and blissfully happy. His corrupted and submissive mind had finally cracked and the only thing the voice in his head kept saying was: "He let me lick his ass… that was such an honor… master cares about me…”
Epilogue:
"Hi, babe!" Julie jumped into her boyfriend's arms, kissing him passionately. Jesse had parked in front of her house to drop off Francis.
"Hey gorgeous, missed me?" Shawn bit her lower lip and grabbed her ass.
“Yeah, like crazy! Next time I’m going too!” she purred.
“Hey, c’mon, babe! This was a guy thing, you know how it is!” Shawn kissed her neck playfully and she giggled.
“Yeah, yeah!” she said rolling her eyes “Thanks for taking Francis with you, it really means a lot to me.”
"Ah, it was nothing. And I gotta say, your brother cracked us up, babe!" He replied. "Can’t remember the last time we laughed our ass off so hard!” he turned to Francis, who was getting out of the car, and smiled slyly, "This trip wouldn't have been the same without him, for sure! Right guys?"
“Totally!”
“Hell, yeah!”
“Word!”
Julie raised an eyebrow in surprise. Alex, Mark and Jesse also greeted her as she moved towards her brother and hugged him affectionately. She made a face and wrinkled her nose:
"Woah! I think you need a shower, Fran!" she said. Francis was a bit embarrassed and mumbled ‘sorry’ as the jocks started to laugh.
"We told him the same thing, Julie!" Mark said "But he wouldn't listen, says he wants to smell like a real man! Hahaha!!"
Francis laughed, knowing he had to, so as not to ruin that perfectly subtle game of humiliation his masters liked so much. It wasn’t hard since he didn’t just like it, at this point, he needed it.
"Did you guys break my brother?!!" Julie joked, rolling her eyes again.
“Not yet but we’re working on it!” quipped Mark, winking at Francis.
“Whatever!” Julie replied then she turned to her brother "Well, did you have fun?"
Francis looked at his masters for a fraction of a second.
"It was the best trip of my life!" he declared convincingly. "Thank you, guys, really, thank you," he continued, now addressing the four smirking high schoolers.
"Hehehe! Anytime, buddy!" Jesse told him. "Now that you’re part of the gang, you won't get rid of us!" he continued, disguising with a joke an absolute, overwhelming, beautiful truth.
Francis smiled back at him.
"See you in the morning for training, remember?" continued Alex, barely hiding a smirk. Julie frowned slightly but didn’t comment.
"Yes, of course... the training... see you tomorrow then..." Francis stopped before saying "masters". He was so used to it by now that addressing them with such a casual lack of respect didn't feel natural. It wasn't right, they should have punished him for that. But his masters just waved him off.
“Alright, babe! We’re outta here.” Shawn kissed Julie and was about to make plans to see her later, that night, but she purred again:
“You know, my parents aren’t gonna be home for like three more hours… wanna stay?”
He smirked and said “Did you miss my dick more than you missed me, babe?”
She gave him a look and mumbled ‘Idiot’ but she was smiling. Then her phone suddenly rang and she said she had to answer so she excused herself for a minute.
Francis remained there with the four of them.
“Your whore sister never disappoints! Hehe!” Shawn whispered and the others snickered. “Tell you what, I’m gonna go up to her room and fuck her brains out and I want you to listen from your room, every moan, every time I slam my dick into one of her holes, think about how you’ll never get to taste this, EVER, faggot.” he said grabbing his crotch “And when I’m done pounding her and my balls are all empty she’s gonna lick me aaalll clean like the obedient little cocksucker she is and YOU are gonna drive me home, bitch. How’s that sound?”
Francis smiled at him, gratefully.
“Yes, Sir… it sounds perfect, Sir!” Francis whispered back as the four boys were snickering. They probably would have rubbed it in some more but Julie came back apologizing and Shawn kissed her passionately. She giggled, kinda stupidly and quickly started pulling Shawn by the hand towards the house.
The jock said ‘catch ya later, guys!’ and his three friends left. Francis followed his sister and her boyfriend towards the house, silently, like a dog. The straight boy’s hand was grabbing her ass and Francis started getting hard.
And then his master turned around and gave the fag exactly what he needed. That indescribable look he loved so much. A cocky, arrogant, devilish sneer that said everything about what Shawn thought of him. That simple gesture made his day.
He already missed Tijuana but he wasn’t worried. No, he was gonna get so much training over the next four years at least. The college years, the years in which, it had been decided, he would give his campus apartment to master Shawn and master Jesse and live happily with them, without a care in the world. Probably sleeping on the floor or whatever but it didn’t matter, did it? Because HE didn’t matter. THEY did. They were gonna make all his decisions for him because, finally, he understood the complete truth behind their precious, meaningful words, fully and willingly accepting the rightful place that the universe, in its immense wisdom, had assigned to him.
