Date: Mon, 22 Jul 2013 17:39:55 -0500
From: Anonymous <in.the.arms.of.angels564@gmail.com>
Subject: Just A Cash Slave, Chapter 2

I received a text from Jamie just a day after our initial meeting, as he
had promised. I had to go to AT&T and make up a lame excuse as to why my
phone was crushed. Luckily, my insurance hadn't expired, and I was able to
get a new phone and SIM card. I bashfully sent Jamie my new number over the
messaging system of the site where I had met him, as if it were my own
fault that I had to get a new phone.


He had ignored my message and responded at his convenience, as I expected
he would. I noticed on my online banking site that he had managed to spend
over $1,000 from my checking account just in one day. Most of his purchases
were made at sports stores, western clothing stores, and on food. Boy, he
could eat a lot! Or so I deduced from my charge history. Any man with an
inch of pride would just call his bank and cancel the card, but I had lost
any backbone I had the night Jamie had whooped my ass and made me his.


It wasn't a huge deal anyway. I had seen many patients the day before, most
of whom paid for their appointments and scans in cash, so I was covered for
at least the rest of the month, if his spending habits continued. Besides,
he deserves it. He is an Alpha.


"Coming over at 6. Get beer & food." was all the text said. He hadn't told
me what kind of beer he liked, but I figured a good ole boy like Jamie
would be fine with Budweiser. I got some Coronas just in case I was wrong,
and simply sat on my couch and waited for six o'clock to come. My furniture
was still rearranged as Jamie had left it, mainly because I lacked the
strength to move the couch by myself without injuring my back. I was still
bewildered as to how Jamie simply pushed it across the floor like he had
done, though I shouldn't have been. Jamie did quite a job of demonstrating
his jock strength during the first few minutes of our meeting.


About half an hour till six, I began grilling some steaks and hamburgers. I
cooked enough for three people, because I figured Jamie could eat enough
for two men. I was glad I had, though for different reasons than I had
expected.


When Jamie helped himself inside the house at 6 o'clock sharp, he was not
alone. He had brought two friends with him, who looked just as young and
intimidating as Jamie.


"Y'all, this is the fag." he said casually as he plopped himself down on
the big couch.


"Sup queer?" the shorter one said.


"Hey homo." the other one smirked.


"What's your names?" I asked the shorter one, ignoring their insults. He
stood right back up from having sat down and sauntered over to me. Despite
being a few inches shorter than me, I still began to tremble as he stood
inches away from me. One glance at his thick biceps made me regret even
speaking to them.


He wrapped a meaty, callused hand around my neck and lifted me easily off
the floor. As I felt the air leave my lungs, he looked up into my eyes with
a smirk. "Well, boy, we are both SIRS to you, and as such, you will not
need to know our names. But just so you don't ever forget your other
masters, I'm Doak, and that's Jed." He sounded more redneck than Jamie had,
and might be even more a jerk than Jamie was. He gave me a strong squeeze
around the neck before dropping me on my ass and walking back to the sofa,
taking a seat next to Jamie.


They laughed amongst each other as they watched me stand back and tend to
their cooking dinner. "Oh, fag, get us some beers. And don't worry about
eating tonight. I have company." Jamie instructed as if I were stupid.


"Would my masters like Corona or Budweiser?" I asked earnestly, not wanting
to anger them.


"Bud, and bring all of them over here." Jamie commanded. "But you can only
use one hand to carry the case." he added with a laugh.


I felt my stomach drop but I did as I was told anyway. I felt my weak arm
trembling as I struggled to carry the heavy 30-pack over to the
Alphas. Before I knew it, the cardboard strap snapped and I dropped the
entire pack on the ground. Some cans rolled out, and others burst open.


I wanted to sink into the ground like the beer was doing with my hardwood
floors just then, but Jed brought me back to reality. As he approached me,
I felt myself flinch which caused a howl of laughter to ensue. "Please
don't hurt me!" Jed mocked as he lightly kicked me across the face with a
booted foot.


"Listen homo, I'm gonna escort you to the corner store and you're going to
buy us some more beer since you just fucked up. But you have to wear my
dirty briefs over your head as punishment." Jed said calmly, as if he were
explaining a weather forecast.


"No, please no." I said weakly. I went to the corner store all the time,
and the clerks knew me by name. It would be so embarrassing to walk in
wearing a teenager's dirty underwear.


"Lift your arm up as if to flex it, homo." Jed said. I lifted my arm
slowly, confused by his order. I flexed as hard as I could, but not even
bone mass was evidence from the tiny lump that formed. Jed and the other
straight teens howled with laughter as Jed lazily flexed his bicep beside
mine, bringing my cock to life yet again.


"Do you see how my arm muscle totally obscures yours? I think that is
because I am stronger than you, but I'm not sure. Maybe we need a contest?
Or do you understand who is in charge? Because I have no problem asserting
my authority." the cocky teen said.


"No sir, I understand completely." I said, defeated.


"Aw, what a shame. I was really looking forward to crushing you." he said.


"Save it for later. It'll be funner when we're drunk." Doak laughed a big
booming laugh that made me jump.


Jed lead me outside and instead of walking to his truck, he walked to my
Ferrari and told me to get in the passenger seat. I did not really want
this country boy driving my Ferrari, but he was not giving me a choice. He
was giving me an order.


He revved the engine a few times to test out its power, then sped like a
madman just a block down to the convenience store. Under any other
circumstances, I would have severely reprimanded someone for driving my car
that way, but with this beast of a teen, I felt powerless.


"Hurry up." he said as he leaned his seat back and casually fondled the
package through his jeans, as if no one was watching.


I nervously exited the car, painfully aware of all the eyes on me and my
underwear adorned head. I knew that Jed was watching me though, so I didn't
dare remove it. I entered the convenience store which immediately drew a
laugh from Alan, the cashier and owner.

"What are you wearing on your head, bud?" he asked.


"Just a new fashion statement." I said meekly, too intimidated to tell the
truth: that I was a gay cash slave to three powerful teenagers.


As I was checking out with the beer, a gruff man in line behind me
whispered into my ear: "Homo." I felt my face turn red, but I dared not say
anything. I didn't want my ass whooped any more than it was already in
for. I got back into my.. er, Jed's car, and he had taken off his boots and
was rubbing his sweaty feet all over the dash of `my' Ferrari.


"Say something. I dare you." he smirked threateningly.


"Your feet smell heavenly." I said, defeated.


"That's right." he said, rubbing his package once more before driving back
to my house.


"I better carry this. We don't want a repeat, do we?" he took the beer and
easily carried it with one hand to the front door. I felt just a bit
smaller seeing his teen arms effortlessly control the weight of the
30-pack, knowing he could lift much more than that.


When we entered the house, Doak and Jamie were eating the food I had cooked
before we had left, and they had saved a few burgers which I knew better
than to think were for me. Jamie stood up upon our entrance and walked over
to me with a zip-lock bag.


"Here's your dinner, little man." he said almost affectionately, until I
looked inside the bag and saw that it contained about ten saltine crackers.


"But.." I started, but was interrupted.


"Little man, how much do you weigh?" Jamie asked me.


"140lbs, sir." I responded.


"Oh okay. You see, us three were raised on cornbread, chicken, and steak
every day. Maybe that's why we're big and you're scrawny. Anyway, we need
more meat and protein to feed these muscles. You have almost no muscle that
needs nutrition." he explained matter-of-factly.


In any other circumstance, I would have told this boy/man that his
interpretation of the body's needs for nutrients was incorrect, but I dared
not. Jamie had proven that he had no tolerance for backtalk, so I merely
nodded and accepted my `dinner'.


Jed and Jamie sat back down on the couch with Doak, who commanded me to
bring them some beers.


"Sir, you know it isn't cold yet?" I asked tentatively.


Doak stood up and walked over to me. He was so intimidating that I felt
myself sweating as he looked up at me.


"Do I look like a fuckin' idiot?" he asked, in the thickest country accent
out of any of them which would have warranted a very different answer had
the circumstances been different.


"No, sir." I said feebly.


"Was he this mouthy yesterday?" Doak asked Jamie.


"Y'all, we've only had him for a day. We gotta break him in." Jamie said.


"When I get drunk, I think you'll be able to tell how much I can squat by
the end of the night." Doak said before walking over to the beer and
getting some cans. I had no idea what he meant by that, but it sounded
painful. Actually, with just my eyes I would say Doak could probably squat
my car.


Doak sat down at the couch and ate the remaining hamburgers and steak meat
while he drank his warm beer. I realized that teenagers don't care what
they are drinking, as long as they get a buzz on.


"I can tell you've had some disciplinary problems in the past, homo." Doak
said.


I wanted to shout out that my license had a clean record, that I had no
criminal history, and that I had never been involved with drugs, but I
realized I needed to accept my position in these boys' lives, so I simply
looked down and nodded my head.


"Did you not learn from previous punishments? Surely someone else has
whooped you into shape." Doak asked.


"Sir, I've never had men as powerful as you three in my house, sir." I
said.


"It must be humiliating to be at the mercy of some teenagers." Jed laughed
as he raised a flexed bicep high enough that I could see it over the back
of the couch.


I felt a twitch in my pants again and said, "Yes sir, it is."


"Have you never lifted a weight in your life?" Jamie asked mockingly.


"No sir. I've always been too intimidated to enter a gym." I said.


"That's too bad. We could have had you sooner." Jamie laughed without
turning around to look at me. They were watching a football game and I had
no idea what was going on as I never watched football. "So boy, now that we
have beer and food, why don't you get over here and service our feet while
we watch the game." Jamie continued.


I knew that he wasn't making a request, so I walked over to them and then
got on my knees. With incredibly strength, Doak wrapped his legs around my
scrawny chest and lifted me off of the ground. His bulging thighs were
crushing my ribcage as he held me suspended in air with just his
legs. Supporting my weight and his own with his triceps, he lifted himself
up off the couch using his palms. I watched in pain and fear as I saw his
powerful triceps easily support the weight without shaking. I had no idea
what he was gonna do next.


"Haha bro, you're evil." Jed said as he and Jamie watched with smirks on
their faces. Before I knew what was happening, Doak had thrown his legs
backwards and released me in doing so, and I found myself slamming into the
opposite wall of the living room, then sliding to the floor. I was gasping
for air now that my body wasn't being crushed, and holding back yelps of
pain from what felt like a broken arm.


All of a sudden, Doak was standing above me, and all I could see were his
booted feet, his thickly muscled calves, and silky black gym shorts with
the school mascot on the side.


"From now on, you will crawl to us wherever you go. You may not use your
pathetic legs for walking, unless otherwise instructed." Doak smirked
before walking back to the couch. "Now homo, try again. Come clean our
feet."


I had no choice. His strength seemed to be without limits, so I weakly used
my probably-broken arms and knees to crawl towards my expensive leather
couch that was occupied by three teen wrestler studs. I started with Doak,
since he was on the edge. I removed his boots while he ignored me and
watched the game, as if nothing had just happened. The stench of his feet
was similar to that of Jamie's, except Doak's feet were wider and had no
problem concealing my face.


He didn't turn his head to look at me, but he did acknowledge that I was at
his feet by roughly kicking me across the face. I did what I thought I
should and thanked him for each kick, as dirt from his feet stuck to my
face every time.


I moved on to Jamie, whose feet I was already familiar with. I knew what
kind of stench would blast me in the face once I took off his boots, but I
dared not hesitate. He paid a bit more attention to me, though that wasn't
necessarily a good thing. Whereas Doak's feet were idly resting on the
coffee table in front of the couch, Jamie made it a point to force his feet
in my face. Of course, I did not complain. By now, the combined stench of
Jamie and Doak's feet had filled the air, even overpowering the scent of
freshly cooked hamburgers.


Once I had gotten to Jed's feet, it was game over. I could feel myself
getting light-headed as all I had to smell was the masculine feet of these
studs, but they didn't seem to notice. They were too engrossed in the
football game. Eventually, I worked up the courage to move away from the
boys' feet and ask, "Is it okay if I eat my dinner, sirs?"


"Sure, wimp. But don't make us wait long." Jed said.


"Y'all, I gotta piss. Where's the bathroom?" Doak said.


"Hey bro, don't piss yet. We'll all do it later." Jamie said as he smirked
at me.


I gulped nervously as I sat down behind the couch with my small bag of
crackers, listening to the snickers of the young jocks who were slowly
crushing my willpower. I knew things were getting serious as I actually
felt thankful that they had given me crackers to eat. It's gonna be a long
night.