Date: Thu, 27 Jun 2002 17:40:43 EDT
From: Willin2PaynPS@cs.com
Subject: We Both Know What You Are - Chapter II

We Both Know What You Are - Chapter II
By Willin2PaynPS@cs.com

My Master has ordered me to continue my recollections of the events that
led me to my true and happy calling as a slave, so here is where we pick up
from my fraternity pledge period at a major Texas university.  As I have
already recounted, I became a total slave to the frat's president and his
close buddy, the pledge master, and spent my time worrying about my life
after they, as seniors, graduated as I was just completing my freshman
year.  But I am getting ahead of myself and will continue recounting those
days immediately following my enslavement in the frat president's room.

The torture of waiting for the other shoe to drop was dreadful.  There was
no word or sign of either my Master, Lance, the president, or of my other
master, his buddy, for several weeks.  I saw them entering and leaving the
frat house but I instinctively lowered my eyes and neither spoke to me.  At
the end of the pledge period, I was unanimously voted in as a full member
and received a hearty handshake in front of the assembled house members
from each of them...but no other words or signs of recognition.  Returning
from afternoon classes one sunny Fall day, I passed the Boss Man's room and
saw he was engaged in conversation with his jock buddy, the same positions
as when I first joyously lost my freedom to them several weeks before.
They signaled for me to enter that exciting place and to close the door.
The Boss snapped his fingers and I instinctively prostrated myself at his
feet, burying my head in the soft smell of his leather boots.  Placing his
other booted foot on the side of my groveling face, he said quietly but
sternly, "I give orders only once.  I never repeat them.  Do you
understand?"

I was brimming over with happiness and could only croak a "Yes, Master."
His next orders, delivered with my face hopelessly sandwiched between his
two boots, etched themselves totally in my mind.

"You will go into town and rent a one bedroom apartment.  You will keep it
ready for either or both of us at all times.  A call on the cell phone that
you will always carry will alert you to our need of your freaking' slave
services or to the fact that you will have to clean up after we've used it.
This may occur at any hour, day or night.  You are to break-off whatever
you are doing and get there pronto.  When you have this set-up, no later
than tomorrow afternoon, you will notify one of us and be waiting there
with a full accounting of your finances.  We will then determine how much,
if anything, you need and the rest will be gratefully offered to us and you
will beg us to take it.  If you don't get enough from home, you'll get a
part-time job.  You will be given ample time to study and for classes. You
will wear no clothes there except a slave collar and you had better not be
caught wearing clothes when we are there.  You are now a piece of property
and have no free will.  This is your last and only chance to refuse this
arrangement.  We don't negotiate.  Do you surrender your manhood?"

I wept with ecstatic joy on my Master's boot as I heartily accepted these
irrevocable terms.  Master hoisted me by my hair to a kneeling position,
took his beautiful cock out and...and He allowed my to drink his piss!  I
was caught off-guard but recovered and swallowed gratefully.  Instead of
removing his magnificent manhood, he started thrusting and cum soon
cascaded down my throat, plastering my tonsils with its sticky substance.

As Master withdrew, he nodded almost imperceptibly toward Jim, his buddy
and now my other Master.  I turned, groveled at Master Jim's feet, pledging
my slavery, and then happily took his piss. A large load of his cum quickly
followed.  Master Jim put a different twist on things by pulling out of my
mouth at the last minute and splattering my face with his thick, heated
seed.  The entire scene had obviously turned my Masters on but I was wise
enough not to comment.  As though nothing had happened, they ignored me and
resumed an animated discussion of that day's football practice.  I slunk
away without a word.  Slaves do not intrude on their superiors' activities.
I was experiencing rapture.

Between my two first classes I made a few calls to local landlords whose
ads I read in the classifieds.  By early afternoon a remote apartment in a
sparsely tenanted building had been rented and I slipped the address with a
key under Master's door.  Two hours later I received a terse call telling
me to be there at 6PM.  I was there at five, stocking the ancient fridge
with cold beer.  And then I waited, naked, dreading yet anxiously
anticipating the coming evening.  About 7:15 a car drove up, the sound of
heavy footsteps pounding down the hall got my heart racing and in strode my
Masters, sly, evil grins on their handsome faces.  I lay prostrate and,
without a word, Master Lance plopped in a chair, grabbed my slave collar
and indicated that I should remove his boots and sox as he unbuttoned his
shirt, revealing his smooth, muscular chest.  Within seconds he sat there
naked, grinning, then spoke, not to me but to his buddy, Jim.  "You could
barely keep your woody under control all day, Jimmy Boy.  Now's your chance
to give that big fella between your legs some relief."  Jim was undressing
and, now naked and without answering, roughly ran his veined dick all over
my lips, wetting it.  He then forced me into an inverted V position and
plunged his long cock into my ass.  It was my first time being fucked.  I
saw stars as the pain surged through my body and my unusual position of
both of my feet and both hands on the floor didn't help matters.  I bit my
lip hard and made no sound.  I knew instinctively that a slave's pain is of
no concern to his Masters.

Jim's thrusts were so hard that I was forced to move in jerks about the
room.  That seemed to vastly amuse both Jim and Master Lance, undoubtedly
reminding them of a cowboy breaking in a new steer.  I caught a fleeting
glance in the full length mirror on the back of the door of Jim, almost
withdrawing but then throwing his arms in the air and thrusting hard one
last time as he gave out a bloodcurdling rebel yell.  His hot cum filled my
rectum.  He withdrew his golden rod and wiped it on my hair.  Now Master
Lance slowly stood and snapped his fingers.  I crawled to him and lovingly
placed my face into his crotch as he indicated.  Inhaling the warm, heady
aroma of young, clean male sweat did to me what I later found poppers
did...but the aphrodisiac of poppers was never as exhilarating as the
delicious musk of Master Lance's crotch.  He positioned me on my backside,
the back of my head on the seat of the chair he had just vacated.  Master
then spread the cheeks of his ass and sat on my face.  Another new world
opened for me!  My tongued licked furiously as Master groaned softly and,
beneath the firm buttocks, I could hear the muffled sounds of Jim laughing.
I reveled in my humiliation and my total debasement by these two clearly
superior men whose slave I was so honored to be.  I was in harmony with my
true nature and knew my destiny.  These thoughts were abruptly terminated
by my Master's standing and I quickly scurried into a kneeling position.
He graciously allowed me to suck him dry and I savored the gism as it
pulsated into my mouth.

Masters Lance and Jim dressed and I helped them with their boots by pushing
my face against them as they slid onto their feet.  It was then that I
received my instructions.  In the trunk of Lance's car were two hefty bags
of dirty laundry.  After they left I was to immerse my face in the heap of
moldering jock straps, grungy sneakers and stiff sweat sox and was told I
could jerk off at that time.  I was very grateful to my Masters for their
kindness and looked forward to the release that orgasm would bring.
Pre-cum drip was already forming on the tip of my cock.  Their laundry
would be washed and folded for their next visit when they would replenish
the supply.  I told them how much money I had left after expenses for the
frat house, meal ticket and now the apartment.  They immediately slashed
that small amount by two-thirds.  That would be humbly given to them
weekly.  Having been given permission to speak, I asked if I might have
some gas money for my car, a present from my parents the day I left for the
university.  "What car?" Master Lance asked sarcastically as he and Jim
roared laughing.  Its now yours only to wash.  "You'll walk, hitchhike or
use an old bike for your errands.  Slaves don't drive new cars.  Masters
do!"  With that, he confiscated my keys. That made sense to me and I
thanked my Masters for pointing out this obvious truth.  They left, Master
Lance driving my...his...car and I came twice with my head buried in their
sweetly rank laundry.  I fell asleep, totally at peace with myself and with
my new world.

Author's note: I have errands to run and chores to do now.  I'll continue
these memoirs if anyone is interested and when I'm permitted.  Thank you.