Date: Tue, 2 Aug 2016 16:12:52 +0200
From: Naughty Bard <naughtybard@gmail.com>
Subject: The sweet life of a skater boy - chapter 10

The sweet life of a skater boy

by Naughty Bard

Warning: this story contains sexual acts (oral, domination, humiliation,
watersports) between young males.

If you don't like it, or it is illegal in your country or state, please
stop reading.

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Chapter 10


I checked my phone again. It was 2:23 and I was in front of his house,
waiting. It was scorching hot and friggin' damp and I was sweating, for a
change. There was pretty much no one around. Everyone was either at work or
taking a nap in the cool shade of their private air-conditioned homes or
probably at the beach, splashing around and trying desperately to cool off,
somehow. But I wasn't. Nope, how could I be?


I took a deep breath to try and calm myself down a bit. It didn't work that
well. Or at all. It hadn't been working for the last 24 hours, damn it!
After Kieran had paid me that little visit, the day before, I had started
obsessing over the test I was gonna have to pass to get my old life back. A
life of degradation, abuse and humiliation as his lowly, stupid, fag
slave. A life I loved so damn much and that I had so stupidly and
carelessly thrown away.

So all the things he had said to me were playing over in my mind and I had
wondered when the hell I was gonna hear from him again. And then, that very
morning while I was on my way to Topher's, Kieran had texted me, telling me
to be at his place at 2:30. That's it. No clues, nothing. Zilch. I knew
better than to call him and ask, of course, but now I had something new to
obsess over. What the hell was gonna happen at 2:30? What was he gonna make
me do? It wasn't gonna be pleasant, that much I knew for sure; but as for
the details -- I drew a blank.


The first thing I had done of course was to ask Topher about it. But --
well -- I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but, you see, he's not
exactly a morning person, so all I got from him while he was stretching and
yawning widely was a very sleepy and grumpy, "I don't even know what you're
talking about, fag, just fucking suck my dick already!" right before he
grabbed my hair and buried my face in his damp, musky crotch. Yeah, he was
a pretty straightforward kinda dude.


After happily dumping a massive load directly into my stomach, when his
big, manly, balls were pleasantly empty and he was lazily enjoying his
cigarette as well as his usual morning tongue-bath with a satisfied grin on
his handsome face, he had elaborated a little and said with a pretty
impressive couldn't-give-a-damn attitude that he didn't know squat about
it. So as you can see my only source of information was -- well -- tapped
out.


So there I was, sweating up a storm out of nerve-wracking tension and
having no clue to what was in store for me. I took another deep
breath. 2:28.


"All right, it's showtime, faggot!" I said to myself, and before you say
anything -- yeah, I did call myself a faggot. What's wrong with that? I
think we've established by now that I was one, haven't we?


The door was unlocked, as usual, so I went in.


"Kier... I mean, Sir?" I said tentatively, hoping to God his parents
weren't home.


"Up here, fag!" I heard him, and a stupid smile spread across my
face. Unbelievable. Even his voice was enough to make everything alright
again. His perfect, cocky teenage baritone was literally music to my
ears. It was friggin' magical or something; I don't know.


"Coming Sir!" I said eagerly as I ran up the stairs taking two steps at a
time. When I entered his room, though, I froze.


Kieran was there, of course, sitting on his tilting leather chair, looking
like a million bucks and smirking smugly like he always did. Unfortunately,
he wasn't alone. Topher was there, which surprised me, considering our
earlier conversation. There was also little Jacob and (fuck me) Seth. They
were all looking at me. And, yes, smirking of course. Well, maybe Topher
wasn't smirking as much as the others. Just a little, but you get the
picture.


I wasn't expecting this, I mean, maybe I should have, but I
didn't. Honest. I thought my godly Master was gonna punish me alone, you
know, just the two of us. That would have been -- whoa! -- I was gonna say
romantic, but I just realized that maybe, just maybe, that ain't the right
choice.


Anyways, I didn't really know what to say, which is understandable for
someone in my position. I mean, I was afraid to say or do something to
upset or offend Kieran, which was apparently something I was pretty good at
lately but was also the very last thing I wanted to do. However, I figured
a simple "Hi!" was harmless enough. So that's what I went for. They all
jeered.


Little Jacob said, "What's up, faggot!" snickering.


Kieran's voice whipped me though. "Did you forget the rules already,
bitch?" he said, and I looked at him inquiringly. He snorted, "You totally
did, didn't ya?" he went on and my heart was pumping blood so fast
already. What had I done wrong now?  "What a stupid, stupid cunt you are!"
he said, looking so superior. The boys laughed again. "Strip and get down
on all fours, dickbreath!" he barked.


"Yes Sir! Sorry Sir!" I said immediately while taking off my clothes. How
could I have forgotten? It was one of the first rules he had taught me!
Shit!


I was struggling to get all my clothes off asap so I obviously lost balance
and fell on the ground like an idiot. The boys cracked up, of course. My
face landed near a pair of dirty looking shorts that had been abandoned
there and all of a sudden I realized that Kieran's room was a mess
again. And I mean an utter and unmitigated mess. Just like the day I had
started blowing him. Dirty clothes, soda cans, chips bags, balled up
papers, everything was all over the floor. How? I mean how? I had been gone
two days. How was it possible? To say that he was a slob was putting it
mildly and of course a huge sense of guilt kicked in. Guilt for not being
there to clean up after him. That was my fault and a stinging pang hurt my
stomach.


"C'mon! Hurry the fuck up, homo!" said Kieran, amused as I was struggling
to get up.


"Yes Sir! Sorry Sir!" I managed to say while taking off my briefs and
getting down on all fours "Here I am Sir! Ready to serve you, Sir!" I said,
looking at him.


Kieran smirked.  "Took you long enough, bitch! I am SO not impressed!" he
said loftily, enjoying every word while my face was losing color.  "How
`bout you guys?" he asked the others.  They all snickered and shook their
heads no.


"Fuck no! I'm actually kinda pissed, dude!" Jacob said, trying, as usual,
to act tougher than the others to compensate for being the youngest in the
group.


"I'm... I'm so sorry sir..." I mumbled bowing my head, heartbroken. Two
minutes in and I was already fucking it up. Just great.


"Guys, c'mon, give him a break!" You would have thought Topher had said
that. But he hadn't. It was actually Seth. Unbelievable, right? Well, I
looked at him with a startled look on my face. Of course his shit eating
grin told me immediately that something else was coming "He's a stupid
queer after all, we can't expect much, can we?" he said over the boys'
laughter.


"Guess you're right, man! Hahaha!" said Kieran. Jacob was jeering like
crazy. Topher was laughing too. He was having fun, there was no denying it.


"All right, tell us why you're here...Finn!" Kieran said my name smirking
like it was the worst insult he could throw at me and enjoyed the look of
despair on my face.


I swallowed before starting. "Because I wanna prove to you that I'm serious
about wanting to be your slave, Sir!" I started with my voice a bit
shaky. "I can't have a different life anymore, Sir. I tried for a day
and... and it was hell!" I said dramatically. "I couldn't stop thinking
about you, Sir. I actually feel sick to my stomach to the thought of not
being able to serve you, Sir!" I finished and he smirked even more widely.


"Fucking cunt!" Jacob commented and the others looked at me with disgust.


"Well, we'll see about that..." Kieran snickered. "For starters why don't
you greet your superiors the way you should, faggot?" he said with the same
enthusiastic tone he used to give voice to all his bright ideas.


I hesitated for a second. "Uhm... yes Sir!"  I had a vague idea of what he
meant but one thing was clear: the test had obviously started. A test I
couldn't fail since my `life' depended on it! The life I wanted anyways. So
I crawled over to the closest one. Wanna guess who that was? Yep,
Zuckermann. He was sitting on Kieran's desk and his feet were dangling down
lazily. He was wearing the same pair of skater sneakers he had had on the
night he had come to my house. All of a sudden I felt like improvising a
little, just to show Kieran I really meant business. I looked at Seth and
went, "Sir, may I please kiss your shoes to greet you properly?" with a
great deal of fake devotion that sounded pretty genuine though.


Zuckermann fucking loved it. They all laughed and he said, "Go ahead bitch!
Hehehe!"


"Thank you, Sir!" I lowered my face and kissed both shoes a few times.
"It's so good to see you, Master Seth," I purred.


He smirked. "Wow!" he then said to Kieran. "He really must wanna be your
slave bad, man! You should have seen the stink looks he was giving me the
other day, in his garage!" My heart started racing. "But look at him now!
Hahaha!" he pointed at me and the boys snickered.


"Hahaha! Well you should have let him know you didn't like that! Hahah!"
Kieran instructed his buddy and for a second there I was worried he was
gonna be mad at me for... I don't know... disrespecting his friend or
something.


But Seth smirked so deeply it was almost scary, saying "Oh, I think fagface
here got the message..." Then he turned to me. "Didn't you, cunt?"


I was quick enough to respond. "Hum... yes Sir, I did!" I answered
promptly, then added, "I'm so sorry about the other day, Sir!" and rubbed
my face shamelessly on his sneakers the way I had done with Kieran the day
before, you know like a cat, alternating words with kisses. "I will never
disrespect you again, Sir!" and I heard their laughter.


"Hahaha! You better, bitch!" Seth answered. It was fucking hard to be like
that in front of him but if that was what I had to go through to get Kieran
back there was no way I was gonna let my meaningless, irrelevant personal
feelings towards this guy get in the way! I mean the sheer fact that Kieran
knew about Seth attacking me and that he was perfectly fine with it, pretty
much meant I was gonna have to suck it up and kiss my nemesis' ass with a
frigging smile on my faggot face. Not to mention those videos! Fuck! I
really didn't wanna think about those.


I looked up to see if it was ok for me to proceed to the next one. The boys
were still laughing and I decided it would be a good time so I crawled over
to Kieran who was sitting three feet away. He was barefoot as usual and my
dick started to harden.


"Master, may I please have the honor of kissing your perfect feet, Sir?" I
said loud and clear.


"Sure, queer!" he said smirking and I touched his smelly fair skin with my
lips again. Fuck, that felt good. I had missed those feet so fucking much!
I moaned a little and he snickered.  "Better make sure you enjoy that..."
he said amused "...this just might well be the last time I let you do
it..." he continued almost singing the last few words.


Fuck that hurt. I kissed his feet a few more times before looking up at him
and saying, "I will prove myself to you Sir, I promise!" I sounded damn
proud of it and they all laughed.


"Did you fucking brainwash him or what?" said Jacob, snickering almost
uncontrollably.


"Hahaha! Pretty much, yeah!" answered Kieran wildly amused. "But it was so
fucking easy, I'm telling ya, man!" he bragged while I was planting kiss
after kiss on his stinky teen feet. "I hardly had to do anything! He was
just waiting for me to take over!" he said, then put one foot on my head
and pressed my face down on the hardwood floor. "Weren't you, pig?" he
asked me.


"Yes Sir! I was!" I replied with my mouth and nose half pressed on the
floor. "Thank you for taking charge of my life Sir! I didn't understand the
reason I was born till you showed it to me, Sir!" I said while trying
desperately to reach his other foot with my stretched lips. Obviously that
sent them into hysterics.


"Hahaha! Good answer, bitch! Here!" With his left foot still pinning my
head firmly to the floor he pressed the dirty sole of his right one to my
lips.


"Mmmmm... Thank you, Sir!" I said kissing it lovingly. "You're always so
good to me, Sir!" A little over the top, you say? You betcha! But it was
pretty clear at this point that the more they laughed the better chances I
had to pass this frigging test. And so far it wasn't going too bad. The
only one I could see in that position was Topher and he was laughing his
ass off which was saying a lot. It still hurt to be laughed at, I'm not
gonna lie to you, it was not pleasant. But it made me so fucking horny, it
was an irresistible turn on. Plus Kieran's feet were on my face. Incapable
of containing myself I stuck my tongue out and licked his heel. He slapped
my mouth with his foot.


"Hey! Who told you you could fucking start licking, footfreak!" he said
over the others' snickers. Fuck, he wasn't gonna go easy on me, was he?!


"I'm sorry, Sir! I'm so, so sorry!" I started. "I couldn't help myself,
Sir! They are so dirty, I need to lick them clean for you, Sir!" I
finished, they laughed again which told me that had been a nice save.


"Hahaha! You're gonna have to earn that honor, fagpig! Hahaha!" he told me.


"Yes Sir! Of course Sir!" I answered.


He let me give his feet a few more wet kisses then said, "All right, that's
enough, bitch! Toph's next, move!" He lifted his foot and gave me a
decisive nudge on the back of my head. I got up on all fours again and
crawled to Topher.


Topher was smirking.  "What up, fag?" he said to me and I looked at him a
little awkwardly. It's not like I resented him but I didn't expect him to
lie to me. I know he wasn't my friend but still. I guess it showed a little
on my face and probably in my voice too.


"Sir, may I please kiss your shoes to greet you properly?" I repeated
somewhat unenthusiastically. He raised an eyebrow.


"Dude, don't look at me like that," he said a little amused, but trying
somehow to justify himself. "I didn't know about this little shindig till
like two hours ago!" he said, shrugging.


"What's this about?" Kieran's curious voice arrived at my back.


Topher looked at him and explained, "The fag asked me about it this
morning..." he started, then looked down at me with a huge smirk said
"...right after sucking me off..." He got quite a few snickers out of them
which was clearly what he was looking for, then continued. "He wanted to
know what you were gonna do to him," he went on. "Guess you texted him
before us, but now he thinks I didn't tell him on purpose..." he finished,
pointing at me. Being honest and open with his friends was obviously
important to him. Again, not that I'm including myself in that group of
course, I'm just saying.


Kieran snorted. "So what? Does that bother you?" he asked his
friend. Topher shrugged, sincerely unconcerned.


"Not really. It's just that I didn't do it and I don't want people thinking
I'm a liar..." he said simply, then sneered in my direction, "...not even
him." They laughed again and Topher joined them.


"Hahaha! I hear you bro!" Kieran said, still chuckling. "Well fag, Toph's
telling you the truth. I told everyone last minute because I thought it was
gonna be much more fun..." he smirked "...for us, that is, hehehe!" They
all snickered at his words. I looked at Kieran. He was getting a kick out
of the whole situation like he always did but I could tell that he was
being honest. I felt so ashamed. Of all that group I had decided to doubt
Topher, the only sort of decent guy there. What a colossal idiot. Of course
he was telling me the truth. I looked at him but my cheeks were red with
shame.


"I'm so sorry about ever doubting you, Sir!" I told him. "You're always so
good to me and I... I..." I was unable to finish. "I'm so sorry, Sir!"
There was silence in the room for a couple of seconds. It was like everyone
was waiting to see what he was gonna answer me. My heart was racing again.


Topher finally smiled at me.  "That's all right bitch!" he said, and I
relaxed a bit. The other boys booed at him playfully.


"C'mon, Toph! That ain't no fun, man!" little Jacob said, disappointed.


"Well, you know me, I'm a good guy!" Topher replied half laughing and the
others joined in the fun. "The bitch apologized and besides I kinda feel
sorry for him!" he said pointing at me. The others all looked at him like
they were waiting for the punchline (needless to say in their minds it had
to be a joke). He smirked visibly, then added, laughing, "I mean, he's so
fucking pathetic!" receiving enthusiastic cheers from his audience.


"Hahaha! Amen to that! Hahaha!" said Zuckermann.


"Hear, hear!!" joked Kieran. I bowed my head in shame.


Topher laughed with the others, then turned to me and said, "I'm even gonna
do you a solid, fag..."  I looked up at him again, he was grinning
widely. "Why don't you take my shoes off before `greeting' me?" he asked
cheerfully. "That way you get to kiss my stinky feet!" The boys definitely
liked that cause they all cackled again.


"Oh, yes Sir!" I answered eagerly. He really was doing me a favor and as
much as I liked being humiliated, putting my lips (and tongue for that
matter) on their shoes wasn't my favorite. So without waiting for a second
I lifted one of his worn out sneakers and took it off. The color of his
ankle sock got my attention even before the stench reached my nose. They
were the filthiest pair of socks I had ever seen, and believe me that's
saying a lot. I'm sure they once had been white but the soles were now
black. Not blackened. Fucking black. Then the smell hit me. Oh my god! It
was so fucking nasty, man, I almost coughed. He noticed that and snickered.


"Smell good? Hehe!" he asked me.


"Yes Sir! I love it Sir! Thank you for the honor Sir!" I answered with a
croak but my words were totally honest and my tone adoring and I'm pretty
sure he got it all judging by the perfect smirk on his handsome boyish
face.


I was taking off his other shoe when Seth's voice came from behind
me. "Wow! Dude! What the fuck?" he said totally entertained "Don't you ever
change your socks? Hahaha!!" my throat was closing up but I lowered my face
to the floor in the most submissive way I could muster and started kissing
those disgusting socked teenage feet with so much love and devotion.


"Shut the fuck up rich boy! It's not like I have a housekeeper, you know!"
Topher told Zuckermann half laughing while lifting one of his foot sideways
so I could press my lips and nose to those gross, masculine soles. "My mom
does everything around the house and lately she's been a little busy,
that's all!" He was maybe a little hurt by Seth's comment but it was
crystal clear that it was all in good spirits. "So no clean socks!" he
finished cheerfully while I was moaning happily. With my face pressed so
hard to his socks my nose was starting to hurt.


"Man, they fucking stink!" said little Jacob. "How long have you had them
on?" he asked, totally amused.


"Bout a week..." Topher answered, then being unable to suppress a chuckle
he added, "Maybe longer, hehehe!" They all laughed.


"That's fucking disgusting man! Hahaha!" Kieran said, laughing so hard.


"I know!" answered Topher "The bitch loves it, though!" he said and I
started whining and whimpering pretty loudly like an actual bitch in heat,
rubbing my face to the soles of those filthy socks, licking, kissing and
that of course sent them into hysterics which was what I wanted. God it
felt so good being their laughing stock. I know, I know, I already said
that it hurt as well. And it did. A little. But my dick was hard now, so
fucking hard and you know what happens to me when I'm hard, right?


I couldn't help myself. "Mmmmm... Master Topher! Your socks are so warm and
damp and nasty! Mmmmm... I love `em so much!" I moaned again and they
laughed harder but I wasn't done. "Thank you so much for letting me rub my
stupid... stupid queer face in them... and... and kissing them, Sir!" I
kissed them "...and leeeekeeeenndeeemm." I tried to say `licking them'
while actually licking them which of course was hilarious to them and made
my dick stone hard.


Someone kicked my ass a couple of times and made me bump my head on the bed
frame which contributed nicely to their wild entertainment. It was
Kieran. I knew it even without looking. He didn't comment though, he was
too busy laughing his balls off. "Thank you, Sir! This means so much to
me!!" I finished adoringly, loud enough so they could all hear me over all
their guffawing.


"Hahahaha! Oh man!" said Topher, trying to gain back a little bit of
composure. "You really are a hopeless fucker, aren't you?"


"Yes Sir!" I answered, loud and clear. "I am Sir! I'm, I'm like an animal,
Sir! No, no! Even lower than an animal, Sir!" More laughter.


"No shit you are, footbitch! Hahaha!" Jacob chimed in with his usual
bravado.


"All right, you got another one of us to greet, go on!" Topher `gently'
told me to stop.


I got back up on all fours and went to Jacob who had a shit-eating grin on
his young face. I gulped. This kid made me nervous. He meant trouble, there
was no denying it. "Sir, may I please kiss your shoes to greet you
properly?" I asked a fourth time.


His smirk got even wider and he waited a couple of seconds to reply. "No
faggot, you can't," he told me in his boyish voice. I frowned. I didn't
know what to say, honestly, but he didn't give me the time to figure it
out. He simply went, "But you can lick the bottom of my shoes clean for
me!" he said with so much contempt and cockiness it was almost unbelievable
in one so young. The boys cheered him on of course.


Kieran went, "Yeah, he's an expert at that, you know! He did mine
yesterday! Hahaha!" Jacob laughed and held out his leg to `offer' me one of
his soles.


"All right then! C'mon bitch!" he said to me. "Show me what ya got!
Hehehe!" His sole was so damn filthy. I mean I don't have to tell you that,
right? A pair of shoes that had been worn for five years straight by the
two brothers. How clean could they have been? I swallowed hard.


"Yes Sir!" I said after a fraction of a second's indecision. I stuck my
tongue out and started from the bottom.


"That's it, c'mon! Heel to toe!" He added almost singing with delight. My
tongue was collecting filth that tasted... no, I don't have a word for
it. I'll let you choose one. But I didn't stop. I couldn't, Kieran was
watching my every move. I went on till the end, I licked his entire sole
while the boys were making puking noises mixed with snickers. And the
entire time I was looking at his arrogant brown eyes. He was so cute, with
his delicate features and long dark hair hidden by his ever-present
worn-out baseball cap and he was enjoying that moment enormously. They all
went "Yeaaahhh!!"  when I got to the tip of the toes. I was about to lick
it again but he put his foot down and grabbed a fistful of my hair.


"Show me your tongue!" I obeyed instantly and he burst out
laughing. "Hahahahaha! That's fucking gross! Guys, look! Hahahaha!" he
cackled, turning my head forcefully towards the others so that they could
see. It must have been hilarious judging by their reaction. I looked at
Kieran hoping to find an approving look in his eyes.


He was cracking up with the others but he managed to say, "Come on faggot,
give us a biiiiiig smile!" He laid back against the chair back and put his
hands behind his head smirking ever so cockily. "That's pretty much the
only reason you were given a tongue in the first place, ya know? Hahaha!"
He added and I nodded enthusiastically with my tongue still out and a
foolish, adoring smile which made them laugh even louder. I guess he was
pleased so far.


"All Right now taste it, cunt!" Jacob ordered me pulling my hair back
towards him. I obeyed again. Man, it really was `fucking gross', as he had
put it. It was different from licking my mom's cake off Kieran's
snicker. At least the taste of the cake was sort of covering it up a
little. This tasted like... dirt... from the bottom of a shoe... truly
fucking gross, trust me. But what do you think I answered when he cockily
asked, "Well? How does it taste?"


If I had a penny for every single time I've been asked that! I swallowed,
grimacing visibly but then put up a grotesque smile. "It's delicious,
Master Jacob, Sir!" I said going out of my way to make him feel important
"Thank you so much for letting me taste the bottom of your shoe, Sir!" I
touched my forehead to the floor in front of him totally in worship mode
and absolute devotion, which of course he loved. Everybody did, quite
frankly. You know, strangely enough all of a sudden I realized this test
wasn't gonna be that hard.


I mean, sure, it was inhumanly humiliating... but I loved that shit. Pretty
much all of it. My dick was rock hard and they were laughing their balls
off at my expense. I mean... fuck, that wasn't bad at all.


"Hahahaha! Man that's fucking awesome! Hahaha!" commented Jacob, then he
said. "Lay on the floor!" I looked up and I immediately obeyed. He kept
smirking down at me. "Stick your fucking tongue out, you stupid homo!" he
ordered, and I obeyed again. He snorted, "I'm gonna use it as a doormat,
happy?" he laughed as did the others. I didn't have time to answer, I just
nodded as he placed the shoe I had already licked on my tongue and
started... well... wiping it... like he would have on a real doormat. It
hurt. He wasn't exactly being gentle about it.  "Hahahaha! There you go,
you fucking loser, clean that shit! Hahaha! All of it, c'mon! Hahaha!" he
cackled.


"Man, Junior, you're fucking brutal!" Topher's voice said, way more amused
and entertained by his buddy's eagerness to show off in front of them than
actually worried about his `brutality' towards such a dumb queer like me. I
could understand that. He might not have been pure evil like little Jacob
or Ace but he was totally, one hundred percent, one of them and he was
having fun with his friends.


"That's what this fucking pussyboy deserves!" Jacob answered
aggressively. "Just for being alive!" he added through gritted teeth wiping
his sneakers so forcefully on my tongue he made me whimper and this time
not with pleasure. They laughed some more and he lifted his foot just the
time he needed to press his other sneaker on my face which was enough for
me to gain some saliva in my mouth, wash my tongue a little and stick it
out again for him to use. And boy did he! He went on mercilessly
alternating one shoe with the other. When he finally decided his soles were
clean enough he stomped both his feet on my naked chest and barked, "Go on!
Fucking swallow it bitch!" I did and I was almost sure I could taste a
little blood from my bruised tongue. Nothing major of course but it did
hurt a bit.


"Thank you Sir, It tastes so good!" I told him in the most subservient way
I could (and trust me I was a pro at that). He liked it of course and lost
a smidge of aggressiveness and simply laughed with the others.


"You're welcome, cunt! Hahahaha!!" he cackled for a few seconds after
kicking my chest once more. "That's how I want you to `greet' me every
fucking time you see me from now on, got it?" he added all tough and butch
despite his voice being still a little childish.


"Yes Sir! I understand!" I answered immediately knowing nothing about what
was gonna happen to me and not even sure if I was actually allowed to make
that promise. "It's a great honor, Sir! I'm such a lucky faggot, thank
you!" I really wanted to put up a great show for them and remember what the
number one rule was? Making them laugh. I was only hoping I could keep it
up long enough.

"Hahahaha!! All Right fag! Not bad!" I heard Kieran's voice after a few
seconds "Now, get over here!" he said still chuckling. I got up from the
floor and took a few dog-steps towards him. I stopped at about four feet
from him, sitting on my hind legs in the middle of the room, surrounded by
the four boys. They all looked so handsome and masculine. They were just a
bunch of cute boys of course, like a billion others but to me they simply
looked... well, superior. Yes, even Seth. As much as I hated him I wasn't
blind. His superiority was unquestionable. I was pretty much in awe of all
that oozing teenage testosterone. Without a doubt that it was so right for
me to be kneeling down in front of those boys. It felt right, I honestly
don't know what else I could have done if not prostrating myself to their
feet. They had the right to own my ass. He did anyways. Kieran. My
beautiful, perfect god.


"So!" he said expansively clapping his hands together the way you do when
you get down to business "What do you say we show Toph and Junior here what
happened in your queer room when Seth and I stopped by yesterday?" he said
brightly. "I mean we pretty much told `em but I'm sure they wanna see it
with their own eyes! It was fucking entertaining! Hahaha!" they all
cackled.


"Hell yeah, I wanna see it!" said Jacob with that mixture of childish
impatience and aggressiveness.


"Sure, why not!" echoed Topher.


"Awesome! This is gonna be so much fun, bitch! Hehehe!" said Kieran while
Seth was already hooking up his phone to his huge TV.


"Yes Sir!" I answered "I can't wait..." I added trying to sound psyched and
he snickered. I kept looking at him, his gorgeous piercing green eyes
always had that same hypnotic effect on me. He had a huge, cocky, cold and
uncaring smirk on his cute face while staring down at me. I got shivers
down my spine just being in his presence. I had missed him so much. For a
second it was like the rest of the world didn't exist, it was only me and
him in a perfect moment. I'm not so sure he felt the same but it didn't
matter because it was only a fleeting instant, then someone's voice said:


"Cable's too short, Zuck, you're gonna have to stand."


Kieran got distracted and lost eye contact and immediately after that
Zuckermann's voice barked, "Get your ass over here, faggot!" and I was
shaken out of my reverie. I turned around and crawled over to Seth.


"Yes Sir, how can I aaaahhh..." I moaned in pain as he grabbed a fistful of
my hair and pulled to position me where he wanted me which was right in
front of the screen.


"Shut up, cunt!" he said snickering. Then he sat heavily on my back
receiving laughs of approval by the boys.


"That's better! Good doggy! Hehehe!" he said cockily slapping my face
"Alright, here we go!" and all of a sudden I could see myself up on that
60-inch Full HD screen starring in a pretty educational documentary that
might as well have been titled "The Shitty Life of a Fagboy - Part 1."


And as those four straight teenage boys were laughing their balls off at
how pathetic I was, I watched myself cry hysterically, beg shamelessly for
forgiveness on my knees, in front of another boy my own age. I wasn't
kidding when I said it was educational. It was for me. It was almost like I
was watching someone else yet I was painfully aware of the fact that the
shameless queer making a complete ass of himself was none other than me.


I watched myself throwing a fit while begging him not to call me by my
first name because I didn't wanna be his friend, I wanted to be his
slave. Pretty pathetic. I watched myself apologize a million times and more
in the most self-degrading way possible. I watched myself tell that cute,
smirking boy he was my god and prostrate myself in front of him. I also
watched myself carelessly suggest the boy he should kick my balls twenty
times as a punishment for my behavior which, I'm not gonna say that I had
forgotten about it but hadn't thought about it that much and which I was
now starting to regret big time.


The room was filled with fit after fit of uncontrollable cackles. They were
commenting my pleading words, my girlish voice, my groveling tone,
everything about me was source of hilarious entertainment to them who,
having been blessed with heterosexuality, were so naturally vulgar and
butch and extremely offensive in every single look, every single word,
every single smirk. Just the way I liked them.


Seth was still sitting on my back and my knees were starting to hurt but
then the worst part of the video came.


"Where are you gonna find the time to be my slave and Toph's cumdump?"


"I... I won't see him anymore, Sir, I promise!" and the boys went
"boooooohhh!" again, Seth slapped my face a couple of times saying:


"What an unfaithful cunt! Hahaha!" but I wasn't listening to him, I was
looking at Topher with a look of utmost pain and regret. He was snorting
and being all "who the fuck cares" while the other boys teased him a little
in a friendly manner, of course. I started to shake my head and said:


"Sir, I am so sor..." but he cut me off.


"Shut the fuck up faggot! Let me watch!" in a pretty damn mean tone that
was a little uncharacteristic of him. The boys laughed, congratulating
him. He smirked all self-satisfied and I hung my head down. I felt
terrible. Truly terrible. I had probably hurt his feelings which of course
had not been my intention. Fuck! First I had first doubted his honesty then
I had completely forsaken him. I really was as stupid as Kieran had always
told me. There was no denying it, I mean did I need more proof? I shouldn't
have been allowed to make any decision at all because most of the time they
were stupid anyways. That's how bad I felt in that precise moment. All that
derision was making it hard for me not to nut in front of them but what I
had done to Topher was making me feel actual pain in my stomach. How was I
gonna make it up to him? I had to somehow. I wanted to.


When the video ended Seth got off me and unplugged the cable from the TV
while the boys were still enjoying a few more digs at me.


"Shit, that was fucking hilarious! Hahaha!!" little Jacob said standing up
from the bed "I still can't believe how much of a loser this fucking fairy
is! Hahaha!!" he added and kicked me pretty hard on the side, throwing me
on the ground. I groaned.


"Save your kicks for the fun part, Junior!" Kieran told him.


"What fun part?" Jacob asked.


"Didn't you hear him? He wants us to kick his balls, doesn't he? What was
that bitch? 20 times?" I was still on the floor and I swallowed hard before
nodding miserably. I felt my body stiffen.


"You actually gonna do that?" I heard Topher ask a little surprised.


"Course we are! I've been waiting for it since yesterday!" said Seth all
excited as I was getting back up on all fours. My heart had started to
pound. What the fuck had I done? Why had I suggested that? Fuck! Why don't
I ever think before opening my stupid, stupid, mouth?


"Hahaha! That's so fucking cool!" said little Jacob delighted as I crawled
past him. I looked up with a truly miserable expression on my face. Topher
didn't comment, he just shook his head at me, smirking.


"All Right, on your back bitch!" Kieran ordered. I looked at him and felt
my heart start beating even faster. I was all becoming so real now, not
just a foolish promise made in the spur of the moment. I obeyed though and
found myself looking at all their smiling faces up there, where my fag
snout was not allowed. And rightly so. Topher was the only one still
sitting.


"Spread your legs, c'mon!" Kieran barked kicking one of my knees
sideways. I suddenly thought back of the first time he had done that to me,
a couple of days earlier. It had been my first punishment ever, the first
time my master had been disappointed with me. This was gonna be so much
different, he wasn't gonna trample me a little. They were gonna use my junk
as a frigging soccer ball and I was afraid. Shit I was terrified. I obeyed
him but I started shaking a little. Of course he noticed.


"What is it bitch?" he said teasingly "Not so chipper anymore?" the boys
snickered.


"N... no... I just..." I tried to explain myself, or better yet cover up my
discomfort but he continued.


"You don't wanna give up now, do ya?" he asked with a such a sadistic smirk
on his face.


"What? No, no, I..." I stuttered.


"Because if you do..." he spread his arms "you just say the word and you're
free to go..." he said showing me the door as calm, cold and amused as
ever. Naturally I panicked again.


"No, no, Sir! Please don't do that!" I begged ready to turn on the
waterworks "Don't kick me out Sir, please!" the boys laughed.


"Oh, but we don't wanna kick you out faggot, we just wanna kick your balls,
hahaha!" said Seth and Jacob fist-bumped him.


"Fucking-A-right, dude! Hahaha!"


Kieran snickered "Well, yeah, that would definitely be a lot of fun!" he
said then arched an eyebrow "But no one's forcing you to do anything..." he
added with that cocky tone knowing all too well how to push all my fucking
queer buttons "...you can leave if you want, you know?" and that was it.


"No! No, please, Sir!! I don't wanna leave, please!" I cried desperately
spreading my legs ever so wide in front of him "I wanna stay, Sir! I really
wanna be punished, I beg you Sir, kick my balls, please Sir! Please, kick
them! Kick them! I can't... sob... live... sob... without
you... sob... Sir... sob... please!" and as panic stricken tears ran down
my face the boys doubled over yet again entertained by my desperate,
pathetic begging that had nothing and I mean nothing normal about it.


"Hahaha! Oh fuck, man!" Kieran said pressing his foot on my hard dick and
balls "I cannot even begin to imagine how much it must suck being you,
faggot! Hahaha!" he exclaimed and the others laughed again at his perfectly
true and honest statement. How could he imagine my internal turmoil. The
pain and the masochistic pleasure I felt every single time they so much as
smirked at me. He couldn't and shouldn't have to. He was no faggot, he was
straight. A rich, handsome, healthy, athletic, confident, happy-go-lucky
straight boy who didn't have a real problem in the world and when I got
lost in his hypnotic green eyes again I could feel how completely just and
right and fair it all was. So as he smirked triumphantly down at me I found
myself even lifting my ass a couple of inches almost doing the splits for
him, willingly pressing my most delicate parts against the sole of his foot
with a feverish look in my eyes, to show him how eager I was to receive
that first, well-deserved, painful kick in the balls.


"Aaaaaahhhhhh!!" I shouted balling up and holding my junk.


They all went "Yeeeeaaaahhh!" and then laughed of course. It was painful,
I'm not gonna lie to you. Well, to be completely honest with you he hadn't
kicked me all that hard. Don't get me wrong he had stomped on them and it
was fucking painful, what I meant to say is that he could have kicked me
much harder, that's all.


"Hey, faggot!" he slapped my bare ass a couple of time with his foot "What
do you say every time a straight boy kicks your balls?" he asked cackling.


"Thank you Sir..." my voice was very soft and a little higher that usual.


"Hahaha! Fuck, I wanna try, I wanna try!" little Jacob said childishly as
usual.


"C'mon fagboy! Break's over! Back in position!" Kieran said and I almost
cried:


"Yes sir..."


How the hell was I gonna keep it up for nineteen more times. Reluctantly I
rolled over and gingerly opened my legs again. Jacob was in front of me
this time waiting for his turn. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I so did not wanna open
my legs for him but I had to keep in mind what was at stake there.


"Well, well, look at his little dick all hard! Hahaha!" Seth said to the
others pointing between my legs. I looked down with an incredulous look on
my already pain stricken face. He was right. My dick was still hard. I was
looking at it and I couldn't believe it. How? How was that possible?


"You actually like being kicked in the balls you fucking homo? Hahaha!!"
asked Seth mockingly. I tried to shake my head no as I was trying not to
think of the fact that my nuts still hurt and I was gonna get kicked again
in a matter of seconds. It didn't work very well.


"You pathetic piece of shit!" cackled Jacob.


"Un-fucking-believable!" commented Topher shaking his head
incredulously. He had done that a lot since he had met me. I get that he
couldn't understand me because frankly even I had no rational explanation
for it. Kieran had hurt me. He had kicked my balls for fucks sake, that's
gotta be a turn off. But it wasn't. Not completely anyways. The fact that I
would willingly let him kick my balls, that I would eagerly spread my legs
for him and that he was taking advantage of it, and that the whole thing
was so fucking entertaining for him... well, that was a turn on for
me. Maybe not the actual pain per se but the power I was giving him.


Right. Well, of course it was easy for me just now to give you this nice
little explanation in retrospect but right there and then I had no time
whatsoever to come up with any of that shit. I was kid, being kicked in the
nuts by other kids and I was getting a boner from it. Weird? You betcha. On
the other hand I think it's safe to say that the definition of weird has
been stretched incessantly along the course of this story, but still...


"Let's see if you like my kicks as much as his!" little Jacob said
conceitedly jerking his head towards Kieran and when I saw him lift his leg
to kick me, incapable of restraining my human instincts, I closed my legs a
little.


It didn't help much. I screamed when his sneaker smashed my junk. I
screamed like a fucking banshee. This one was beyond painful, I balled up
again and screamed at the top of my lungs a second time as waves of pain
were making my whole body shake. I couldn't breath.


"Shut the fuck up, you cunt!" Kieran slapped my ass again with his foot
"The neighbors will hear ya!" his tone was actually a little worried.


"Hey you fucking tried to close your legs right before I kicked you! It's
not fair you dumbfuck!" Jacob said petulantly like we were playing hide and
seek.


"I'm... sob... I'm... sob... sor...sorry... aaahhhh!" I sobbed as tears
were running all over my face but the pain... oh the pain. I was lost, why
did my life have to be so... shitty? Why? Did I really deserve all that? I
found myself thinking desperately. Sure I was a stupid, inferior fag-cunt
but was all that pain really necessary. I know, my feeling change at the
drop of a hat but would you want me to lie? That's what I felt.


But then, all of a sudden.


"Dude, hold back a little will ya?" Kieran said to Jacob "He's just a queer
and he doesn't need his balls but I don't wanna have to take him to the
hospital, all right?" he wasn't being rude, but he wasn't asking him
either. He was kinda telling him. Now I was in so much pain that I barely
heard his words but the boys weren't laughing so much anymore.


"What, you're protecting him now?" Jacob snorted with such defiant tone.


"I'm just being practical, you dumbass!" Kieran replied fiercely "How is he
going to explain a serious injury to his parents? And if they find out,
what do we tell our parents, huh?" he told him in a leveled tone. Jacob
snorted again.


"Tsk! My mom does what I tell her!" he was so overbearing, damn, that kid!


"Well, mine doesn't!" said Kieran with a final tone "And she's a friggin
pain in the ass, all right?" he added somewhat nastily. They snickered a
little. I thought that was a little unfair. I liked his mom. Not that it
mattered.


"Hey, fagboy could still tell his parents that he fell off his bike and
smashed his balls on the crossbar, like Orowitz did, remember?" Seth said
to Kieran.


"Yeah! Hahaha! He walked funny for like a week! Hahaha!" They were talking
about a kid in our grade who had been brutally made fun of for a while just
for being unlucky enough to have had a freaky accident "Well, he's gonna
have to tell that story anyways once we're done with him, believe it!
Hahaha!" he continued a bit cruelly, laughing with his friends. Then he
looked at Jacob again and said "Look, I don't give a shit if this fucking
homo..." he pointed at me with an amused disgusted look "...gets hurt but I
don't wanna be blamed for it, got it?!" then he snorted and finally looked
down at me "I'm protecting us, not him!"


I was still clutching my balls and trying to convince my diaphragm that it
was ok to start functioning again. But I had heard his words. Loud and
crystal fucking clear. My god, my hero, my knight in shining armor had come
to my aid to protect me from the evil kid. Sorry, a little overdramatic as
usual but I can't help it. And yes, you're right, my brain had selected
only the words I wanted to hear, that 10, maybe 15 percent that was
partially concerned about my wellbeing (and for reasons that were... well
let's just say a little selfish...). Go figure.


"Awright, I get it; chill dude!" Jacob finally grumbled, raising his hands
and rolling his eyes at Kieran.


`Serves you right you little fucker!' I thought wildly, looking through
watery eyes at my beautiful Kieran who suddenly looked down at me again.


"And you!" his foot slapped my ass again and he had an angry voice that
perfectly matched the marked annoyance on his face "Keep your faggy voice
down, you hear me?!"


"Aahhh... yes master..." I whimpered, shaking like a leaf
"...so...sorry...". I suddenly had the need to barf and my head was
spinning. I groaned again, pretty loudly, incapable of keeping it for
myself and I sobbed a few more times.


"I said shut up, you stupid queer! You deaf or summin'?" Kieran barked and
I closed my mouth sobbing in silence. The pain was still there. Maybe not
as intense as the moment Satan's offspring had kicked me but it was so
there.


"Dude, c'mon, how can you expect him to keep his voice down? You're kicking
his fucking balls!" that was Topher. I know right? For such an inferior
subhuman creature I was so lucky to have both of them on my side. I wanted
to kiss him so bad. His feet of course!


"So what do you suggest?" Kieran asked him shrugging. It was kinda weird
listening to their words. They were basically trying to find a way to play
with their toy that was totally entertaining but not too risky so that it
wouldn't accidentally ruin their fun with stupid nuisances like... oh I
don't know, my death for example. I don't know how I felt about it but not
even being part of a conversation about my safety, or lack of it, was
definitely making me even hornier. And my cock was still pretty much hard
despite the kick (or maybe because of it). There had to be something
profoundly disturbed in me, right? I'm sorry I keep asking you guys these
kinda questions over and over but I mean, come on! Sorry. Let's just
continue.


"I got an idea!" this time it was Seth's voice "Yo Toph, I think it's time
you had those nasty socks of yours washed!" he said chirpy as hell "An hour
or two in the cunt's mouth should do it, what do you say?" That's when the
boys laughter filled the room again and that layer of tension, that had
cooled the atmosphere a bit, vanished.


"Hahaha! You know, that's actually not a bad idea! They do need to be
washed!" Topher said standing up from the bed and sitting in the armchair
right in front of my head.  He peeled off his socks while giving me a
pretty mean smirk. "Open up, faggot!" he said and watched me in amusement
when I immediately obeyed despite my face being covered with tears.


"Hahaha! He's fucking chomping at the bit! Hahaha!" said Seth making
everybody laugh again.


"Fucking faggot!" little Jacob said hatefully.


Topher shoved his filthy socks in my open mouth. "There you go, all nice
and tasty for ya, hehehe!" he said. They were so rancid, my god, it was a
new low, even for me. "Mmmmm... yummy, huh?" he added mockingly and I made
a lustful nasal moan while nodding almost on purpose to make them sneer. My
body was almost on autopilot and my dick twitched again which hurt
considerably this time.


"Here!" I heard then Seth's voice and saw Topher look up and catch an
incredibly and I mean incredibly providential roll of large duct tape "Make
sure they stay in there!" said Seth.


Topher looked down at me and smirked a little before saying, "It really
sucks to be you, fag!" and taped my mouth. I moaned, I don't even know what
I wanted to say but he simply snickered down at me and said: "Yeah, yeah,
you're welcome!" and the boys laughed.


"And while we're at it..." Kieran said then to him "Gimme the tape." Topher
handed it to him "Roll over, bitch!" he ordered pushing my side with his
foot. I obeyed and saw the curious looks on the boys faces "Put your hands
behind your back." was the next order and as he started to tape my wrists
together Seth and Jacob cheered him on.


"That's a fucking great idea, buddy! Hahaha!" they commented cackling like
chickens.


"You're such a mean bastard, man..." Topher said half laughing in a low
voice to Kieran, right over my head and he just smirked at him.


"Nah! The bitch is gonna fucking love it!" he said as he was finishing
tying my hands "Aren't you faggot?" and he forced me on my back again. I
nodded but I was terrified. I think they both saw that in my eyes and I
could tell Kieran was loving the power rush so fucking much. He snickered
and ruffled my hair roughly as he always did.


"Good faggot, you ain't doing half bad you know?" he said to me and flashed
me his beautiful, perfect, smile. And I was in heaven. A compliment. He had
just given me a compliment. I couldn't even remember when the last time had
been. I swear I could see a godly light surrounding his face, you know what
I'm talking about? Yeah, yeah, I know I'm a lunatic, whatever!


I smiled back at him with my eyes. Adoring eyes that tried to convey all my
gratitude for the kind words he had just spoken. He snickered again.


"Hehehe! Fuck, you're pathetic!" he said, then "Now listen up, queerboy! I
want you to let us kick your balls as much as we want..." he started with
that same patronizing, arrogant tone you use with little kids or with
someone really dumb, the one he always used when he was explaining
something to me "...with your legs open..." he added then thought about it
for a second "Hang on!" he exclaimed as another one of his brilliant ideas
were lighting up his face "This is fucking perfect! Face to the floor,
bitch!" he said to me and I obeyed.


"Guys, help me out!" he said and I felt him grab one of my ankles and
bending my leg backwards till my feet were touching my bare ass. My heart
was pumping blood so fast it was scary and I was breathing so heavily. They
grabbed my other foot and started taping both of them to my hands. Wrists
and ankles tied together. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Was he serious? I heard them
snickering and exchanging comments on how much more fun this was going to
be.


"Now that's more like it!" Kieran said after finishing and turning me up
with the help of the others. I was whimpering and my eyes were wide as a
terrified animal. He gave me a cold grin from up there.


"You comfy?" he said mimicking a caring tone that was so fake it was
actually pretty funny. I moaned again for their entertainment. "Hehehe!
Alright faggot..." he continued getting to business "...now the first two
kicks were just a trial, so we're starting over!" he informed me sneering
and Jacob and Seth went wild covering up my muffled cries.


"Yeah! You rock man! Hahaha!!" Jacob said.


"We're gonna take turns..." he said to the others "There's four of us so
that's five kicks each." he said.


"Nah, that's ok, man! I'm just gonna watch." said Topher right over my head
and I have to say I was not too surprised to hear that. But totally
relieved. This guy actually didn't want me dead, I think I was in love with
him. Of course my enthusiasm wasn't shared by someone.


"What the fuck, man! You're such a wimp!" Jacob protested teasing him for
the second time, which was once too many.


"A wimp that's so gonna kick your ass if you keep this up, squirt!" Topher
said scowling at him with so much confidence and pride that spoke
volumes. He wasn't gonna take shit from anyone, not even Ace's little
brother.


"I'd like to see you try!" was Jacob's snotty retort as he was already
balling up his fists.


"Woah, woah! Guys c'mon! We're all friends here!" said Seth trying to calm
them down "Well, I mean the four of us up here, hehehe!" again he managed
to break the tension and make them smile. He was pretty good at that, I had
to hand it to him although I would lie if I told you I wasn't grateful for
these little squabbles. They were giving me precious seconds to get the
pain under some sort of control before the real game began.

"Yeah, c'mon Junior!" said Kieran "What the fuck do you care if he just
wants to watch?" Jacob rolled his eyes again.


"All Right, fine! I was kidding, whatever!" he said with a little bit of
attitude but he was smiling.


"Cool!" said Kieran "Then we're good to go!"


"And don't call me Junior..." Jacob said petulantly, the response to which
was the dismissive "Sorry Junior!" he always got from his older friends.


"Hey Toph, you can hold my phone then! Get every second of it, all right?"
Seth handed him his phone and I know I should have been worried about them
shooting yet another compromising video but, you see, the fear I was
experiencing was just a tad overwhelming.


"Got it!" and he started shooting right away pointing the phone right
between his feet, where my terrified face was.


"Alright faggot!" Kieran said with a booming voice "Is it true that you
came here today because you wanna be kicked in the balls?" he asked me,
shrewd as ever. The camera was still on my face. I nodded
convincingly. They laughed.


"And that you specifically asked us, begged us even, to tie you up like
that?" the boys snickered and I frowned slightly but Kieran, who was off
camera, nodded, suggesting the answer I was supposed to give. I nodded
again, compliantly. What difference did it make at this point? They
laughed.


"And you're doing this because you wanna show me how desperate you are to
be my personal slave?" I nodded again as they laughed a third time. I was
admitting all that shit on camera and he was totally saving his ass making
it seem that it had been my idea. Well, it kinda had been to be honest but
regardless I should have been way more worried about the consequences.


"Awesome, so 20 kicks! You ready?" he asked me and I nodded again, this
time with even more dread in my heart. He snickered then added as a cruel
afterthought "Oh, by the way, you can scream as much as you want now, no
one's gonna hear ya!" and I nodded again, I probably would have even said
`Thank you' if my mouth wasn't being used as Topher's personal washing
machine. But my eyes were wild, I kept lifting my head up to see what they
were going to do to me as if seeing it was gonna give me some kind of
control over it. Yeah, right!


Kieran got into position, then, "Here comes number one, bitch!"  I watched
his foot stomping hard on my crotch. And as the boys cheered I realized how
foolish I had been. So the test wasn't gonna be that hard, huh? Think
again, you dumb faggot!


I screamed and hit my head backwards on the hardwood floor as my body
tensed up like never before.


"One down, nineteen more to go!" said chirpy Seth. God I hated him!


"All right Junior, you're up!" said Kieran hitting his friend on the
shoulder. I lifted my head up again to see what was coming. And with terror
I saw the cold-blooded smirk Jacob had on his face. My legs weren't gonna
close this time, fuck it! And then he kicked me. Maybe not as hard as
before but still harder than Kieran. I howled in muffled pain and my eyes
were full of tears again. Theirs were full of laughter, as per usual. I was
squirming and twitching, my body clearly wanted to get out of there but
couldn't. And it wasn't just because I was tied up. I needed to be
there. My goal was still clear in my head. I wanted to be Kieran's slave,
period!


"Hey Toph, why don't you hold him down while you're at it!" Kieran said and
I saw a smirk twitching Topher's lips.


"Sure!" he said right before lifting one foot and pressing it down my
face. "There! He ain't going nowhere now! Hehehe!" The smell was
incredible. It was so fucking nasty. I know I've used this word before but
it's the only one I can think of that can give it justice! It was strong,
masculine, musky, sweaty, clammy and utterly repugnant and I loved it, just
as I was loving his yucky socks in my mouth. As much as I was in pain I
started sniffing his foot and whimpering at the same time. It was pleasure
and pain.


"Yeeaahhh! That's what I'm talking about, man!" said little Jacob
approvingly "Show that fucking queer who the boss is! Hahaha!" it was maybe
his childish way of sort of apologizing for being such a handful all the
time but they all laughed at that heartfelt statement and Topher put his
other foot on the rest of my face turning off the light completely.


"Yeah, sniff it, faggot!" he said "At least you got something to enjoy down
there!" he laughed a little and the other boys followed him "You can thank
me later." he said rubbing his feet on my face. I wanted to lick them so
fucking bad and my mouth had already started to produce huge quantities of
spit, the way you do when you got something you can't wait to taste, you
know? His socks got soaked in it almost at once.  And then a third kick
arrived. Fuck it was more and more painful. I screamed again and tensed up,
realizing that now I really couldn't move. My jaw tightened though, Toph's
socks got wrung and all the spit they were soaked in went straight down my
throat, forcing me to swallow. Fuck, I really was a washing machine!


"Does it feel good queerboy?" Seth asked me after his kick. I sobbed a
couple of times fueling yet again their never-ending laughters.


"Your little dick is still hard, you must like it! Hahaha!!" he continued
and I moaned again "Hey Toph, take a shot of that!" and I felt a foot
nudging my sore balls. I tensed up again and moaned. At this point even a
caress would have been painful. Of course they laughed.


"What a freak!" I heard Topher said "I wonder what's making him so hard:
your kicks or the smell of my sweaty feet? He's rubbing his fucking face in
them like there's no tomorrow!" He was telling the truth of course, I was
doing that and the answer to his question was probably both of them.


"Who cares! He's a fucking queer, that's all you need to know! Hahaha!"
Kieran's voice said boastfully. Someone pressed his bare foot down on one
of my thighs. It had to be him because Seth and Jacob were still wearing
shoes. The thought of his soft, smelly skin touching me made me even
harder.


"Yeah, you're right, man, but it's still fucking sick!" Topher said and he
rubbed his feet on my face even more forcefully and I swallowed another
load of disgusting sock-spit.


And so the game went on. Now I'm not gonna bore you with all the
excruciating details on how painful it was, I'm just gonna give you the
highlights.


Four, five, six, seven.


"Keep your fucking legs open, queer!"


Eight, nine, ten, eleven. I was screaming so hard I was losing my voice.The
veins on my neck were ready to explode every second. The pain was so
intense I cannot even describe it. And it wasn't just my balls. My back, my
legs, everything hurt like hell.


Twelve.


I swallowed some more dirty spit but this time it went down the wrong pipe
and I started to cough. They had to stop playing and let me roll over on
one side for a few seconds so that I could expel some of that spit from my
nose. Of course untaping my mouth and let me take a real breath didn't even
cross their minds, on the contrary they were pretty annoyed by that pesky
interruption.


Thirteen, fourteen.


"The bitch is crying like a fucking pussy! Hahaha!" said Jacob after one of
his hardest kicks yet.


"No shit! My feet are all wet!" said Topher who was still shooting this
gruesome and grotesque movie yours truly starred in.


"Hahaha! Someone's gonna have a lot of licking to do later! Hahaha!" Kieran
chimed in.


"Yeah, he should be so lucky, hahaha!" replied Topher.


Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen.


"He's still fucking hard, can you believe it?" Seth said. How could they?
Hell, I couldn't. I swallowed another mouthful of dirty spit.


"Fucking faggot freak!" said Jacob. How much did he like calling me names
with that childish voice of his.


"Think we can make him cum?" Seth asked them playfully as my mouth was
already filling up again with new spit to keep washing the socks.


"What?" asked Topher half snorting. My tears, my sweat, his sweat, his
smell, his toejam had formed such an awful concoction it was way beyond
describable.


"Shit, that would be fucking hilarious! Hahaha!!" that was Kieran of course
"Hey bitch? You still alive down there?" he kicked one of my sides and I
moaned. An inhuman high-pitched sound came out. My voice was almost gone at
this point and I pretty much sounded like a pig at the
slaughterhouse. Topher lifted his feet from my face and they all burst out
laughing. I couldn't see them, my vision was way too blurry with all that
concoction I was telling you about. But they were totally busting a gut.


"Hahaha! Fuck, you should see your face, faggot! Hahaha!!" I had no idea
what was going on around me I could only see vague shapes and there was a
black, rectangular one three inches from my face. Great; so they were
shooting a close-up. Awesome.


"So, you having fun, cocksucker?" asked Kieran still laughing pretty hard,
slightly crouching down, with his hands on his knees. I sobbed a few times
but I nodded slowly, desperately. Don't ask me how I found the strength to
do that.


"Hahaha!! Oh, man!" he mocked me "Good, so are we, right guys?" they all
snickered.


"So, listen up." he said "We want you to cum from getting your balls
kicked." he simply informed me "And we want you to do in on camera so we
can laugh at how pathetic you are every time we watch it!" he said as I was
starting to make out his perfect face again. His beautiful green eyes, his
ginger hair.


"Hey! Can you even understand what I'm saying? Or does this feel too good?
Hahaha!" they all laughed again and I nodded, whimpering like a wounded
animal. I was in so much pain, you have no idea. I had never experienced
anything like that and I really doubt any of you have.  "Awesome, hahaha!"
he sneered at me "Tell you what, then: we're gonna keep going till you
come, all right?" he continued cheerfully and they all laughed again "We
don't have to stop at twenty, you know! We still got plenty of energy!" he
said flexing his biceps, goofing off like a typical fifteen-year-old would
and they all doubled over at the look of sheer terror that must have
deformed my face. They were sadistic, you say? Of course they were. But
most teenage boys are. Or at least the ones I've encountered in my life.


So, on they went, mercilessly. Eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one,
twenty-two- twenty-three. I couldn't even feel my lower body anymore and
still the pain was unbearable. I have no idea how that's even possible but
that's what was happening. The boys were counting the kicks out loud and
cheering after every single one of them. My dick was still hard but I
couldn't come. My masochistic screwed up libido was still missing a little
incentive apparently. And that's when Kieran got impatient.


"Come on you fucking homo, cum for us or I swear I'm not taking you back!"
he said loudly, half laughing as he started to kick me. This time he kicked
me repeatedly, one after the other, without even giving me the time to feel
the pain of each kick. He was going up and down with his foot, once hitting
my balls with the tip of his toes, then coming back down like a hammer and
slapping them hard and loudly with his sole.  All my muscles were so tensed
I thought my spine was gonna snap it was so arched upwards. I was screaming
like a swine, much to their entertainment and my vocal chords were all
bruised. But I couldn't lose him. No, not after all that. Those words sent
me into a crazy state. I had to come for them. For him. As much as my brain
was pretty much gone that little light of mine was still showing me my
goal. You probably won't believe me if I tell you that I came. And yet I
did. I came buckets with my eyes rolling backwards and the foam that was
starting to get out of the loose tape on the side of my mouth. Naturally
that sent them into hysterics.


"Hahahahaha!!! Jesus Christ! Hahahahaha!!!" was pretty much all they could
muster since they were totally cracking up. If the success of my test
really depended on how much I was making them laugh... well, you see where
I'm going with this, right?


I lay there. A broken mind, a broken spirit, a broken body with no strength
left, none whatsoever. Whimpering, crying, sobbing uncontrollably but also
silently since my voice was pretty much a memory. I had been kicked a total
of 27 times. 29 if you count the first two kicks that were `just a
trial'. I was completely worn out.


"Hahahaha! Did you get it all Toph?"  Seth asked.


"You bet! It's all here!" he answered taking a final shot first at my
cum-covered stomach, then at my devastated face. They were having so much
fun. It was genuine, I could tell. They weren't just trying to be cool in
front of each other by being mean and tough on purpose, no. They were
actually having a fucking blast.


"Well, that was pretty entertaining, bitch! Well done!" Kieran said
slapping my face playfully with his foot. Topher's smell had ravaged my
lungs for the past fifteen minutes or so but I could recognize Kieran's
even if I couldn't see squat. It was the only thing that gave me enough
strength to simply whimper, very, very weakly. Kieran snickered "Are you a
happy faggot, now?" he asked me softly and wildly amused. I whimpered again
and nodded slowly, receiving a snicker and another couple of foot slaps on
my face. Then he shook his head, looked around for a pair of scissors that
were on his desk and crouched down next to me.


"Here." he said rolling my limp body on one side, helped by Topher. It was
painful. He freed me. It was painful. My legs slowly stretched back to
normal. Even that was painful. I was trembling visibly, shaking like a
defenseless leaf.


"It's almost 3:30, what do you guys say we jump in the pool before we head
to the ramps?" Kieran suggested.


"Sweet!" Jacob said.


"Awesome!" echoed Topher.


"Yeah, why not?" I heard Seth voice right behind me. I was still on my
side, trying to understand what parts of my body still functioned and I
felt the sole of a sneaker on one of my ass cheeks. It was him I knew it
instantly. Stupid Zuckermann! He pushed me forcefully till I heavily rolled
on my stomach bumping my sore junk on the floor. I groaned loudly,
trembling but he didn't give me time to recover he simply climbed on my ass
with both feet. Now I had something like 150 pounds of arrogant teenage
masculinity to press on my already destroyed (and at this point
nonexistent) manhood. Needless to say it hurt like hell.


"What time do we have to be at the movies?" he asked the others like I
wasn't even there.


"Hang on." said Kieran grabbing his phone and checking the time. Seth,
apparently bored of waiting, started bouncing up and down on my ass,
squashing my junk even more. I started grunting in the same animalistic
way, almost rhythmically, every time he bounced. I almost felt my eyes were
popping out every second now as new tears were adding to the mess my face
already was. If I wasn't in so much pain I guess it would have even been
kinda funny. Of course it was plenty funny for them.


"Movie starts at 5:30." Kieran said half laughing.


"Well, we got time then!" Seth said stopping the bouncing and putting one
sneaker on my neck and one on the small of my back. Still uncomfortable but
bearable.


"Do we already have the tickets?" Topher asked.


"I didn't get them." Kieran shrugged.


"Zuck was going to!" little Jacob said as Seth stepped directly on my
head. I groaned again. It was completely useless but... you know...


"Relax you guys! We just need to get there ten minutes earlier!" he said
confidently finally stepping off my body. I gave a final whimper.


Topher looked down at my cadaver-like form "Is he gonna be ok?" he asked to
no one in particular.


"Who the fuck cares?!" said Jacob boastfully kicking my poor ribs with the
tip of his worn-out sneaker. I gave yet another cry but I wasn't even
producing any sounds anymore.


"Yeah, he just needs a little break, don't you faggot?" said Kieran. I
sobbed again and slowly nodded.


"Besides he still needs to chew on your dirty socks for
another... what... 90 minutes?" said Seth checking the time on his phone
and everybody laughed.


"All Right, let's go guys!" said Kieran and they all disappeared from the
messy room leaving just a lingering smell of ripe teenage sweat.


One of my ears was on the floor and I could hear them running down the
stairs loudly and cackling and horsing around like ordinary teenage
kids. Yeah, I used to be one of those. But it felt so long ago. And it felt
weird. Against nature in some ways. Hey, again, I'm just being honest here,
guys!


Anywho... I couldn't move a muscle. My breathing was slowly going back to
normal, as was my heartbeat. The pain was still so intense. I asked myself
if it was ever gonna go away. I heard their voices coming from the backyard
and soon after that the unmistakable sounds of water splashing around and
the shouting and the laughter of people who are having a lot of
well-deserved fun.


The socks in my mouth were once again soaked in my saliva. I moved my
tongue, wrung them yet again and swallowed. Fuck it was disgusting. And my
throat hurt like hell. I decided to try to move. I gingerly pushed myself
up keeping my knees quite spread apart. There was not one muscle in my body
that wasn't sore as fuck. I got up on all fours very slowly, moaning and
wincing at every painful movement and once again assessing the damage to my
body.


I crawled around a bit, trying out that position. Ok, it was doable. I
shakily crawled over to the window and sat myself down with my back propped
against the wall, right underneath it. I ran my hand over my face and
realize I was sweating all over and my stomach was all plastered with
cum. I was pretty disgusting. I looked down, between my legs. My balls were
puffy and red and even looking at them hurt. I took a deep breath and tried
to relax a bit.


I could hear their voices coming from outside the window. I looked up and
pushed the window up till it slid open so that I could hear what they were
saying. I have no idea why I did that. I guess I felt like their cocky,
teenage voices soothed me. Somehow I didn't wanna be without them. They had
just put me through hell and I didn't wanna be without them. You see how
fucked up I was?


"...like he was about to pass out!"


"I know, and when you walked all over him at the end, that was fucking
genius man! Hahaha!" of course they were talking about me. Not
surprising. Still I kinda felt proud of myself for being the topic of their
discussion.


"Fuck! Can you believe what he went through for you, man?" it was Topher's
incredulous voice.


"Yeah!" Kieran laughed "That's fucking awesome, dude! I mean, I can totally
make him do whatever the fuck I want! No limits!" he boasted so full of
himself. No news there.


"Yeah, especially when you threaten him like that!" Topher said.


"Yeah, right!" said Seth sarcastically "As if you'd ever pass up the chance
to have a fucking slave at your feet!"


"Of course not, but he doesn't know that!" Kieran answered. "I so totally
OWN him! No fucking going back!" then added almost like he was realizing it
himself "He really is my fuckin slave now! Hahahaha!"


"Man, he's so fucking stupid!" said little Jacob and the others agreed
"Hey, I wanna use him too, though! On my own I mean!" continued the
youngest of the group "How come Toph gets to use him for blowjobs? It ain't
fair, man!" he went on as petulant and immature as ever.


"Hey, the bitch came to me and begged me to become my cumdump, it's not
like I forced him!" said Topher truthfully.


"Yeah, and don't worry Junior, we're all gonna use him in turn!" granted
Kieran.


"We are?" asked the kid happy as hell "That's awesome!" I could actually
picture him clapping his hands delightfully like an eight-year-old on
Christmas morning. It made me smile a little.  "But... like... how often?"
he kept pestering Kieran with that childish curiosity that was so typical
of him.


"How bout, whenever the fuck we want? How's that sound?" laughter and
cheers of approval from the other three. Then the conversation slowly moved
to Connor's latest conquest, a huge-tittied sophomore the boys graciously
referred to as `Fuckhole number 12'.


I kept still, trying to make sense of everything I had just heard. I mean
nothing earth shattering for the most part. I knew he was gonna make me
serve Jacob as his slave too on top of Seth and Topher and as for all the
name calling... well you know I love that part. No, the bit that had hit a
nerve were Seth's words. Kieran had never intended to give up on me. He had
been planning to take me back all along and had played me like the fool I
was. I smiled bitterly. Classic Kieran. I mean, I had always known he was
good at pushing my buttons, sure! But this time I had cried myself to sleep
thinking my life as his slave was over. I had genuinely felt terrified,
lost, desperate. I mean it's not unheard of that two friends simply stop
hanging out because of a fight. Ok, we weren't friends, I'll grant you
that, but still. Ah, what do I know about relationships, right? The socks
were soaked again. I took a deep breath and swallowed the spit.


I started to think about the last... what? Five weeks? Or was it six? Shit,
I had lost count. He had completely changed me. I would have never thought
my life would have gone down this road. Six short weeks, that's all it had
taken him to turn a shy, insecure, overanxious, closeted gay kid he had
been hanging out his entire life into... this. And he was right. It had
been easy. It had been so fucking easy because I had let him. Hell I had
even helped him because I had realized pretty soon that it was something I
wanted so bad. And now there I was. What the hell was gonna happen to me?


After about twenty minutes or so the boys got out of the pool. I heard them
chatting some more while they were quickly drying up and getting dressed.


"C'mon guys I wanna hit the ramps before the movie starts!" Kieran said
getting back inside the house with the others. I heard them come upstairs
and they found me on all fours, still shaky but ready to serve them.


"Hey faggot!" Kieran shouted expansively and ruffled my hair like he would
a dog. He clearly loved to do that just as much as I loved receiving it. I
looked at him lovingly. His ginger hair was wet and roughly combed
backwards.


"He's still chewing on your socks Toph! Hahaha!" said Seth. I looked at
Topher and nodded proudly with a thankful expression on my face. He
snickered.


"If you like 'em so much you can keep chewing, dude! Hahaha!" he said while
Kieran was picking up a pair of dirty looking black socks from the floor
"Just bring them back to me when they're nice and clean, all right?" Topher
said then, smirking and I nodded even more energetically. So he wasn't that
mad with me, after all.


"Yeah, so..." said Kieran sitting down on my back to put on his socks and
sneakers like he had always done that, like I was nothing more than a stool
"Congratulations!" he said "You made it, I'm taking you back as my slave,
well done!" he complimented me as the boys cheered mockingly. I turned my
head back till my neck almost hurt, to make sure I could give him my most
thankful smile.


"You're fucking welcome, homo!" he snickered "Also Junior here said he
wants to spend some quality time alone with you just like the rest of us
so..." he left it hanging as the boys chuckled "Just try not to break him
all right?" Kieran said to little Jacob in a sort of brotherly way "He's MY
toy, don't forget! I'm just lending him to you! Hehehe!" he continued
probably more to humiliate me then to actually warn his friend.


"Yeah, yeah! Whatever!" the youngster answered with a hint of that
overbearing smirk he always wore.


"All Right, let's get outta here!" Kieran said, standing up after finishing
with his shoes. Topher had meanwhile put his sneakers on without socks
obviously.


"Clean my room and make sure it's spotless." Kieran said to me with his
beautiful, natural authority "Then go home when you're done." God how much
I loved him "You'll get a text from each of us later telling you what time
we want you to show up tomorrow and where, got it?" I nodded looking at his
cute boyish face. He grinned and slapped my face a couple of times, another
favorite of him "Good faggot!" he said to me then turned to the others
"C'mon guys!" and they were gone.


It was almost six when I heard the front door open. I jumped out of my
skin. Shit, his mom was back! I was just about to finish but fuck I was
still stark naked, on my hands and knees. I started panicking and quickly
reached for my clothes. I got dressed in like eight seconds wincing visibly
every time I moved too fast. How the fuck was I gonna explain the fact that
I was in his room? I heard her coming up the stairs and regardless of the
pain I threw myself under Kieran's bed as silently as I could, hoping to
God she wasn't gonna find me. My heart was beating like a drum as I
listened to her loud and heavy steps. Wait, that was kinda weird. Kieran's
mom was like... so sophisticated and shit; she didn't make heavy steps like
that....


And then I saw his black sneakers walk into the room. I closed my eyes for
a second, taking a deep breath to calm myself down. Fuck, I had almost
shitted my pants. Why was he home? They must have been too late to get the
tickets. Typical, Kieran was always late for something. He came towards the
bed and sat himself down heavily. His started kicking off his shoes and all
at once I got an impulse I simply couldn't restrain, a very childish
one. Trying to be as silent as I could I reached out and suddenly grabbed
both his ankles, horror movie style, you know?


"What the fuck?!" he jumped up, scared as shit then immediately looked
under the bed and found me, smiling at him. A different kind of smile than
the one I had been giving him since he was my master. The smile of a kid
playing a dorky prank on his good buddy. He closed his eyes relieved for a
split second then.


"What the fuck are you doing down there, you stupid queer!" he barked "Get
the fuck out!" I obeyed instantly, crawling from under his bed "Fuck, you
scared the shit outta me!" he said looking at me like he was waiting for an
explanation. But I had started to laugh. I was giggling uncontrollably
which sounded so weird considering I was voiceless and I had a tape over my
mouth.


"Are you laughing, faggot?" he asked with his eyebrows raised "Are you
fucking laughing?" looking somewhat outraged "Just shut the fuck up, you
cum whore!" he pushed my face with his foot and I lost balance, falling on
my ass but I could tell he wasn't really mad. He was actually a bit amused
by the situation himself, and I gotta be honest, it felt so good. I hadn't
laughed with him in weeks and all the tension of the past few days was
finally draining out of me. I continued for a few more seconds while he was
looking at me with that same look.


"You stupid fagpig! Are you done?" he asked then and I nodded, still
smiling though.


Then I tried to go `I'm really sorry, Master' but of course all that came
out was a very feeble "mpfmpmfpfm!"


He snorted and said "Take that stupid thing off, haven't you had enough?"
then he added almost mumbling to himself "Dumb homo!"


I untaped my mouth, gave a final wring to Topher's socks, swallowed, then
spit them out on my cupped hands. They were actually much, much cleaner
than before, which immediately made me think of all the shit I had gobbled.


"That is so fucking gross, faggot!" he made a disgusted face but he was so
amused "I'm gonna have you do that to my dirty socks every time you come
here! Hehehe!" he said cockily and I looked at him.


"Of course, Sir!" I was so hoarse "It would be such an honor for me, Sir!"
I told him and he snickered.


"No shit it would, slave!" he kept that same arrogant tone and I just
couldn't restrain myself anymore. I prostrated myself in front of him, with
my face right between his socked feet.


"Oh... Sir..." I started adoringly "I cannot thank you enough for giving me
a chance to ... you know... to show you how much I love you, Sir!" I was
pretty sure he was smiling ever so triumphantly now "And thank you for
kicking my balls too, Sir, I... I deserved it so bad!" I went on "And then
for taking me back as your slave...." I finally whimpered "Thank you,
Master, thank you so much!" he snickered and put his right foot on the back
of my head.


"Hehehe! So you learned your lesson this time, bitch?" he asked enjoying
the moment so damn much.


"Oh yes Sir! I did!" I said moving my face a couple of inches and starting
to rub it on his left foot which was still on the floor "I know what a
lucky faggot I am to have found you, Sir, I understand it now! And I'm so,
so sorry for what I did!" his socks were predictably damp and warm after
training and of course they smelled terrible "You have no idea how much
I've missed you, Sir!" I continued with that same shamelessly adoring tone
"From now on I'm gonna be the perfect slave Sir, I swear!" I was on a
roll. My dick was hardening again "I'll... I'll do anything you say,
Master, I promise, ANYTHING!" I said to him. It was something I had already
promised him the day before and I felt the need to refresh his memory on
that. Like he needed to be given any more bright ideas!


"Hahahaha! Well that's so good to know, faggot!" he sneered "Cause the boys
and I are gonna have a lot of fun with you, hehehe!" he hit the back of my
head with his right foot a couple of times. I rubbed my face on his left
black ankle sock even harder.


"Oh, yes Sir!! I'll be honored to serve you with my all, Sir!"


"You're gonna obey them like they were me, understood?" he said with the
same imperious arrogance, pressing his foot down on my head.


"Yes Sir!"


"If I hear one of `em complain..." he left it hanging, threatening me
again.


"You won't Sir! I will do anything my straight Masters tell me, Sir!" I
told him and then I felt like adding "No limits, Sir..."


"Hahahaha! No limits, huh? Good faggot!" he hit my head again. I knew that
was exactly what he wanted to hear "You are so gonna regret what you just
said, bitch!"


"No, Sir! I won't!" I said almost proudly covering his sock with loving
kisses. He laughed. He was having fun again, I could tell by his beautiful
voice.


"You're gonna be working like a fucking dog from now on..." he started "No
days off, no breaks..." he informed me while letting me worship him "You're
on call 24/7, got it?"


"Yes Sir!" I answered


"If one of us texts you in the middle of the night, what do you do?" he
asked.


"I... I answer, Sir and... and do whatever you or they tell me to, Sir!" I
replied.


"Good answer, bitch! Hehehe!" he praised me snickering.


He didn't speak for a few seconds, then "Are you done cleaning my room?" he
asked me then.


"Almost, Master!" I said. "I was just about to empty your trash can.  It
was all that I had left when I heard you come up the stairs. I thought it
was your mom, so I jumped under the bed."


"Did you clean the bathroom?"


"Yes Sir!"


"Good!" he said then added "Oh by the way, my mom bitched about it for the
last couple of days and said she's not gonna give me my allowance this week
so you owe me 50 bucks, faggot." he informed me like it was nothing. It
took me a couple of seconds to answer.


"Uhm... yes Sir... you're... you're right Sir..." I said a little uncertain
"...it's my fault Sir..." my guilt was overwhelming and I really would have
done anything for him.


"Damn right it is, queerboy!" he looked at me with a huge, triumphant sneer
of his face, totally happy with himself. He had just tested me on a new
level and I had obviously crumbled to his selfish whims which is what I was
supposed to do. I was his slave, right? It was just...


"Well, if you're done with your chores I should just kick you out then
after you bring the trash can back," he said.  "But you see, I feel really
generous today, so I think I'm gonna give you a nice reward." I immediately
felt like a little kid who's been promised the best treat ever.


"Yes Sir, please!" I whimpered.


"Turn around!" he ordered. I did and I saw his beautiful, perfect smirk
looking down at me in such a degrading way as he sat down on his swivel
chair. From my position flat on my back he appeared over me like a king on
a throne.  He peeled off one of his socks and put his bare, soft foot on my
face, the top part of the sole resting right on my quivering lips. Oh my
god. I wanted to slobber all over it like crazy but didn't. 29 kicks had
taught me a little lesson. I didn't move, I simply lay there, breathing in
his masculine foot sweat, waiting for his orders.


"Well, well, well! I'm impressed bitch! Hehehe!" he snickered as he peeled
off his other sock and pressed his other foot down on my neck, choking me
just a bit. Then he simply said, "Lick." He held my gaze, and I started
feasting on his nasty, clammy boy feet as he smirked down at me and laughed
in my face. I licked up his foot slime and ate it like I was starving,
moaning shamelessly like an animal and repeating "Thank you Master" over
and over again and, most importantly, feeling happy. Truly fucking happy.