Date: Thu, 9 Feb 2012 13:02:54 -0800 (PST)
From: Vincent Vincent <not_your_typical_master@yahoo.com>
Subject: The House Fag, Chapter 19

First, the basics.  This is, once again, a work of FICTION.  Real-life
considerations will take a back seat to erotic pleasure and story-telling;
this slave, these Masters do not exist.  Wanna change that?  Or just wanna
share comments/praise/criticism?  Fine: Not_your_Typical_Master@yahoo.com

Copyright 2012

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The House Fag, Chapter 19

First I had to try to separate twenty-four firemen boots into pairs, just
by touch.  I was surprised to find some variety in the boots; I figured
they were paid by the city as part of the uniform, but maybe it just gave
an allowance.  Or maybe some just bought boots on their own.  It didn't
matter to a bootlicking faggot. But even still, I had 6 boots that seemed
indistinguishable from each other.  I felt for the amount of mud or dirt
and recognized that one pair was far dirtier than the other two.  But among
the final four, I couldn't feel any difference in any way.  I tried tasting
the dirty soles to see if I was savvy enough to taste any difference.  My
inferior taste buds failed me.  I felt so fucking stupid, such a dumbfuck,
to not even be able to separate the boots of my Superiors.  Then, as the
top of one of the boots grazed my nose, I realized that I might be able to
smell the difference between them.  I tried to clear my nose and then put
one
 of the boots to my face and deeply inhaled.

"Jesus, that faghole is such a fuckin' perv!  Do you see it over there,
getting off on our stench?"

I knew better than to correct Him.  No doubt He was right, I was getting
off on it.  I deeply inhaled from the other boots as well, and could find a
subtle tone of difference in the dried foot-sweat.  I hoped I successfully
separated them into pairs.  So now it was only a matter of tongue-scrubbing
them all down.  I started at one end, brought the boot to my stupid lips,
and started my job of boot-worshiping Men I've never even seen.  I wished
Their feet were still in these boots while I worshipped them, but that was
selfish of me; these Firemen had better things to do than indulge some
perverted fag.

It was such an unbelievable torture to be unable to even glimpse these Men.
I knew what firemen look like; I've seen the calendars.  And here I was,
surrounded by Them, used by Them, humiliated by Them, serving Them, and I
couldn't even savor the sight of Their incredible bodies.  Not Their cocks,
not Their asses, not Their chests, not Their arms, not even Their delicious
feet.

But then I was brought back to the present with a hard kick to my sorry
ass.  "Thank You, Sir.  I don't deserve such attention, Sir, but if You
don't mind, I've love some more, Sir."  "Thank You again, Sir.  That felt
so wonderful, Sir.  Please, Sir, could You do it again, Sir, to remind me
of my insignificance, Sir?"

"No, shithead.  Crawl under the table and make love to our feet and toes
while we have lunch.  Then we'll start cooking your dinner for you."  More
guffaws around the table as I scurried underneath and found a pair of bare
feet.

I tongue-washed them as well I could, but my mouth was getting so
incredibly dry.  My User apparently understood the situation and unzipped
His fly.  He softly kicked my face up so I could hear Him mutter, "drink
up, bitch."  I felt my way to His cock and gratefully drank His savory
urine.

"Oh, God, thank You so much, Sir."

"Get back to work, bitch."  I returned to His feet.  After a moment, He
kicked me to the side and I found the next pair of feet to gratefully
worship.  I was fed another bladderful of Fireman piss.  And on it went
around the table.  I realized lunch was over when all but one of the
Firemen got up at once and returned to the other room, stomping all over
the progress I'd made on Their boots in the meantime.  I could hear Them
dragging and tossing the boots all around, erasing any progress I had made,
laughing and enjoying Themselves as They did so.  I couldn't be sure, but
it sounded like one or two emptied Their bladders once again on the pile of
boots I was about to re-clean.

"Fagwhore, get out from under there.  It's time to slow-cook your dinner."

"Yes, Sir.  How can I help You, Sir?"

"We have a garden in the back.  Some of us like growing our own food.  We
got some heads of lettuce and some spinach out there.  Good nutritious
food, but not quite nutritious enough for a fag.

"So here's the favor we're all doing for you, fagwipe.  We've taken leaves
of the lettuce and spinach and have them in our briefs, being marinated
against our crotches and the cracks of our asses.  We know much a fag loves
the taste of Fireman ass and Fireman crotch, isn't that right?"

"Oh, God, yes, Sir.  Thank You all so fucking much, Sir."

"Well, think about that while you get to work on our fucking boots.  Shit,
looks like you didn't do a damn thing all fucking day; they're just sitting
here in a pile.  Thank God we all have a pair to use in the meantime."

Soon after I got back to work, sucking dirt and now piss off of Fireman
boots, a firebell went off and everyone hurried out.  I remained behind, of
course, a dumbfuck minion whose only duty was to clean boots.  I admit that
I did take the opportunity to remove my blindfold and look around the
place.  I found Their lockers, and some of the Men had family photos on
them.  The Firemen, were, of course, incredibly muscled and handsome.  All
it did was add to my frustration because I knew I'd never know which
Fireman I would be serving at any moment.  With that realized aggravation,
I went back to where I had been stationed, looked over the boots briefly to
see if I'd missed anything, and slid the hood back down and quietly went
back to work.  That's how the fag bitch was found hours later when the
Firemen returned from the call.

By this time They were ready to cook Their dinner.  I lined up Their boots
for inspection and announced that I had finished the assignment.  Someone
came over to inspect the fag's work.

"Not bad, fag.  Good work.  We'll pick up our boots when we're done eating
dinner."

"Thank You, Sir, for inspecting and approving my work.  It means a lot to
such a worthless fag to get that kind of approval, Sir."  He grunted and
walked away, not caring about what a stupid fag thinks or cares about.

"Dinner's ready, guys."  Everyone came in to eat.  One person stopped in
front of the fag and a rainfall of edible leaves fell over its head.
"Enjoy your dinner, fag."  I moaned my way throughout the meal savoring the
stench of Fireman sweat and pheromones.

"Hey!  It found the red-leaf."  Everyone stopped chatting upon that
announcement.  One of the Firemen spoke up.  "OK, fag, here's the test.  We
know how much fags love the taste of our asses.  One of us had that leaf
deep in his crack, practically up his shithole, all day long.  We've all
placed our bets, so show us who's right.  Go around the table, kiss each of
our asses, and compare them to the taste of that leaf of lettuce.  Show us
if you're a butt-connoisseur enough to match the taste and pick the right
Fireman."

I moaned at the opportunity to once again worship hot Fireman hole.  I
crawled to the table, leaf in my Fireman-worshipping fag-mouth as They each
unzipped and bared Their incredible asses for me to sample.  I found the
first Fireman's ass and slurped down His crack and in His hole.  The other
firemen hooted and snickered as I worshipped His ass, then quickly took a
bite of the lettuce and compared.

"Nice, fag.  Now do the same to the guy to my left and take another bite of
the lettuce leaf and compare it to his ass juice.  Go around the
table. Make sure there's enough lettuce to go around, fag.  And then let us
know whose butt had been flavoring it for you all afternoon."

All around the table, the fag worshipped Fireman ass and swallowed some of
its dinner.  When it finished, it returned to the first Fireman and nodded.
The Firemen applauded its performance, making it blush in embarrassment.

"Good work, fag.  Now we're going to enjoy our dinner.  You enjoy yours as
well.  Get on your fucking back, legs up high, exposing your fuckhole to
us.  Then eat your dinner like the whore we all know you really are."

I provided the meal's entertainment.  There was barely a word spoken as I
felt twelve pairs of unknown Firemen's eyes burn into my flesh as I
humiliated myself in front of Them, displaying to Them my painful hunger to
be used and filled.  As awful as it was to be teased by positioning myself
whorishly for Master Thomas while He watched TV, this was twelve times
worse with a dozen incredibly hot Firemen quietly stoking my hunger.  I
could feel my hole opening and closing, instinctively grabbing on to cocks
that were not there.  When I took the last bite of the dinner and used my
hands to spread my cheeks for Them, I heard one of Them softly say, "Wow."
The first of Them got up from the table and picked up His boots, kicking Me
in the balls as He passed.  "Thank You, Sir, for reminding me that I'm just
a worthless idiot, Sir.  Could You kick my nuts again, please, Sir?"  Each
followed in kind.  Then twelve more pairs of boots were thrown at me to
work on
 during the night.

I was such an imbecile.  Such an ignorant faghole.  It never occurred to me
that these Firemen would have real no sexual use or desire for a fag, as
there are plenty of women who would gladly offer their bodies for sexual
use as well.  I was used just as something new during my first few days.
But now as the days dragged on, at night while I spit-shined boots, I could
hear an occasional Fireman enjoy Himself with one of the women who came by
for that purpose.  And so this was my routine.  Boot shiner all day and
night and Fireman ass-kisser on demand.  Fed as a urinal, but more for my
nutritional needs than for Their pleasure.  A pathetic firehouse fag.

I finally realized just how inconsequential fags like me are to Men.  How
close to useless.  How completely insignificant.  I felt so fucking
worthless.  Humiliated by just my mere presence in Their midst.  A filthy
loser polluting Their air with its presence.

One night brought this realization deep into my worthless faggot soul.  I
was called into Their sleeping area where one of the Fireman was enjoying
one of the ladies who came by.  As I approached, I could hear her moans as
she rode His cock.  "Come closer, fag.  So that if the hood were off, you'd
get a great view of my big beautiful balls."

I moaned at His suggestion while I positioned myself between His legs where
He sat.  I could hear, smell, almost touch the primal sexuality that filled
the room.  "You want some of this, fag?  You want to lick my hairy nuts
while I let this nice lady ride my cock?"  She chuckled her amusement.

I nodded my head earnestly like some four-year-old.  "Yes, Sir.  More than
You could possibly understand Sir.  Please, Sir, would You allow a fag to
add to Your pleasure, Sir?"

"It's damn fucking unlikely. My cock would probably lose its hardon as soon
as you touched Me, you fucking queer."  Of course.  Make it hurt, Sir.  As
only a Man like You can.

"I understand, Sir.  How can such a creature amuse You, Sir?  Please, Sir,
anything I could do for You would be an honor, Sir."

"I enjoy seein' just how desperate you are, fag.  Kneel like a dog.  Bend
your elbows and your wrists.  Yeah, that's it, fag-doggie.  Now stick out
that ass-wipe of a tongue, muttface.  Now beg.  No, don't bark.  Just pant
like a good little doggie at the thought of licking my hairy nuts while I
fuck this beautiful woman who came by tonight."

I learned the difference between having no pride and having no shame.  I
had no pride in fulfilling His whim that night.  But I had plenty of shame.
I was filled with shame.  Shame for being so pathetic.  Shame for being so
much less, so inferior, so substandard in comparison to these Men, to this
Man.  I caressed the sound of the two of Them fucking, both of Them
occasionally laughing at the pathetic scum in front of Them.  I was so
fucking subhuman, barely worth the oxygen I was allowed to breathe.  I
heard Them whisper, conspiring a plan involving the fag.

"I bet you'd love to take off that hood and see this, huh, fag?"

"Yes, Sir.  I've been dreaming about what all of You look like since Master
Thomas first dropped me off here, Sir.  It would mean so much to such a
pathetic loser faggot like me, Sir.  Would you allow such a thing, Sir?"

"I have one condition.  If you kneel here to My left and remove your hood,
I will keep bitch-slapping you over and over until you put it back on
again.  Bitchslaps as hard as I fucking can.  Might loosen a tooth or two,
fag.  But you'll be able to see something."

"Sir, it will be an honor, Sir.  May I get in position, Sir?"

"Jesus fucking Christ.  You -are- a loser, fag.  No fucking doubt.  Sure,
get in position so I can slap some sense into your cocksucking brain."

I quickly complied and put my hands on the side of the hood.  "Sir, before
I remove the hood, I want to thank You so fucking much. . . ."

"Shut the fuck up, fag, and make it happen.  Not another fucking word until
I tell you to put the hood back on."

The fag shut up and removed the hood.  The Fireman neglected to mention
that there was a light shining from the other side of His face directly
into mine.  It wasn't very bright, but having been blindfolded for so long,
I had to squint so not to blind myself.  I could barely see the outline of
His lean and muscular body, nothing more.

SLAP

I winced from the instant assault on my stupid face.  "Thank You,
Sir. . . ."

"What the fuck did I say, fag? NOT A FUCKING WORD!"  This time He simply
punched me in the jaw, practically dislocating it.  I didn't say a word,
just moaned in fear, pain, and appreciation.

I was rewarded with an endless barrage of hard, burning slaps across my
doltish faggot face.  Hard and fast, never relenting.  Getting more and
more intense as They both got closer to release.  Then bitchslaps morphing
into punches as He grunted His seed deep inside Her.

As They caught their breath and relaxed in Their pleasure, He groaned His
satisfaction to His fag.  "Put on your hood, bitch, and get the fuck out of
My sight.  Maybe next time we'll let you lick My seed out of her pussy,
fag."  They both laughed as I went back to work spit-shining the crew's
boots with a new understanding of just what a fag is to a Man.