The buzz of my phone jolted me from a hazy, shame-filled sleep. My body ached in places I’d never considered before. The screen glowed with Master Ansh’s name. A video call. My heart slammed against my ribs.
I fumbled to accept, scrambling to sit up, my bare chest and the sore marks on my skin suddenly feeling hyper-visible. His face filled the screen, those intense eyes scanning me before I could even say a word.
“Look at you,” his voice was a low, commanding rumble. “Still naked from last night’s tasks. Good. Now, describe it to me. In detail. How does my good boy feel the morning after his first real day of training?”
I swallowed, my throat dry. “I feel… raw, Master. My nipples are so sensitive, I can feel my t-shirt rubbing against them just thinking about it. My balls… they’re still throbbing. A dull, deep ache. And my mouth… it still tastes… cleaner. From the toilet.”
A slow, predatory smile spread across his lips. “Mmm, that’s my filthy cocksucker. You wear my training so well. Tell me, Dhruv. Do you stay in a PG? A hostel?”
I could only nod, my voice caught in my throat.
“Nodding isn’t a proper answer for your Master. Use your words.”
“Yes, Master. A hostel. Private rooms on each floor.”
“Perfect,” he purred. “That opens up so many delicious possibilities. You performed your tasks adequately yesterday. Adequately. Not exceptionally. But I’m feeling generous. A new set of tasks for today. Complete them with the devotion I expect, and you will be rewarded. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” I breathed, my dick already stirring at the promise in his voice.
“Your first task. Your friend, the one with the messy side of the room. You will go into his laundry. You will find a pair of his used underwear. Well-used. And you will steal it.”
My eyes widened. “Master, I—”
“Did I ask for your hesitation?” he snapped, his voice icily calm. “You will take it back to your room. You will hold it to your nose and you will sniff it like the dog you’re proving yourself to be. You will lick the fucking crotch, tasting another man’s day-old sweat. And then you will wear it on your head, like a fucking crown, for the rest of your tasks. It stays on. Do you understand your instructions, you little thief?”
A shiver of pure degradation wracked my body. “Yes, Master.”
“Go. Now. I’ll wait.”
The phone trembled in my hand as I crept out into the silent hallway. My heart was a drum solo. My friend’s door was unlocked. The pungent, musky scent of unwashed laundry hit me as I opened his cupboard. I found a pair of grey briefs, visibly stained. I snatched them and scurried back to my room, my face burning.
“Show me,” Ansh’s voice commanded from the phone I’d propped up.
I brought the fabric to my face. The smell was overwhelming—a potent mix of sweat, musk, and something uniquely, undeniably male. I inhaled deeply, my head swimming. “Fuck, Master. It’s so strong. It smells like… like a real man.”
“Now lick it. Get your tongue wet with another boy’s filth.”
I closed my eyes and dragged my tongue across the cotton. The taste was salty, bitter, degrading. I moaned, the act itself sending a perverse jolt straight to my cock.
“Good boy. Such a nasty, filthy thing you are. Now, put it on your head.”
I stretched the waistband and pulled the underwear down over my hair, the damp crotch panel resting against my forehead. I was crowned in another man’s humiliation. I’d never been so hard in my life.
“Beautiful,” Ansh hissed. “Now, your next task. Bring me your dirtiest pair of shoes. The ones you play cricket in.”
I fetched my grubby sneakers, caked with dried mud and grass.
“Lick them clean. Every last bit of dirt. You will taste the ground you walk on and you will thank me for the privilege.”
I fell to my knees, bringing a shoe to my mouth. I ran my tongue along the rubber sole, grit grinding between my teeth. I licked along the canvas, the taste of dirt and leather and my own old sweat making me gag, but my dick wept with excitement. “Thank you, Master. Thank you for letting me taste my own filth.”
“You’re welcome, you disgusting pup. Now, find a biscuit. Crumble it on the floor. And get on all fours. Eat it. No hands.”
I scrambled to obey, crushing a biscuit onto the tiles. I got down on my hands and knees, the underwear on my head slipping slightly. I lowered my face and ate like an animal, crumbs sticking to my lips and chin, lapping at the pieces with my tongue.
“Look at you. A perfect, hungry little dog. You were born for this, weren’t you? Born to be on your knees, eating scraps and sniffing dirty laundry.”
“Yes, Master!” I panted, my voice muffled by the floor. “I was born for it!”
“Now for your final task. Your reward depends on it. You will open your door. You will get on all fours. And you will crawl. You will crawl the entire length of your hallway, naked, on all fours, like the animal you are. You will only go where the CCTV is broken. But you will go past the doors of other rooms. You will risk everything. And you will do it with your friend’s dirty underwear on your head. Do you understand?”
Terror and raw, unadulterated lust fused inside me. This was it. The ultimate exposure. The ultimate submission.
“I understand, Master.”
“Then go. Now. I want to hear everything. The sound of your knees on the cold floor. The sound of your breathing. I want to hear if someone sees you.”
I left the phone on my bed, the call still connected. I took a deep, shuddering breath, adjusted the underwear on my head, and opened my door. The hallway was empty, silent. The air was cool on my completely naked skin. I got down on my hands and knees, the rough tile harsh against my palms and kneecaps.
I began to crawl. The sound of my own movement was deafening. Scrape. Thud. Scrape. My hard dick swung beneath me, aching with every movement. I focused on the path I knew the broken camera covered. I was a beast. I was his beast.
I heard a door creak open down the hall. I froze, my blood running cold.
“Dhruv?” a groggy voice called out. My neighbor, Rohan. “What the hell are you doing? And what is on your…”
