Nike Slave

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Nike Slave Part IV

Damn him! That fucker took my wallet. He has my license, my credit cards, my social security card (I know you are not supposed to keep that in your wallet in case it is stolen, but you need it from time to time and I keep it in my wallet to know where it is) and all kinds of other shit about me. I can't even stop to get gas or food or anything. And if I get pulled over, I will be in a world of shit. Damn him!

I was not ever going to go back there again. This was going to be it. I was willing to bet that he would not even tell anyone about what I did because he would then have to explain why he let me do that stuff. He would have been just as embarrassed as I would. I was sure this was going to be the end of it.

But now, he has my balls in a vice. I need my wallet. I have to get it back. There is no way around it. It has all my credentials and everything critical to my every day life. Damn him!

My mind was racing. And then I almost shit a brick. Headed my way in the opposite lane was a police car. Fuck!!!! If I get pulled over, I am gonna be in such shit. No ID, no license, no nothing. I drove very carefully and minded my Ps and Qs. I watched as he drove past me, and then stared at the rear view mirror to make sure he was not going to turn around. He kept going, thank god!

This is such bullshit. There is no way I can get by without my wallet. I am just going to have to show up tomorrow and get it back. But I am sure that fucker is not going to just hand it over to me. I know something else is going to happen. And after what he just put me through, it could be anything. ANYTHING. He was intent on my being compliant with anything he could come up with and he said he wanted to try all kinds of shit that he came across on the Internet. I am sure I am not going to like this at all.

But what the fuck am I supposed to do? He has the upper hand and I have to go along with it until my wallet is back in my pocket. Then he will have no hold on me and I can still get out of this. It will be back to just his word against mine and I will just not give in to him anymore. As soon as he gives me my wallet, I am gone. I will show up tomorrow for one last time and then that will be it. I will get my wallet and he can go fuck himself.

That's what I decided to do.

It was getting warm in the car so I cracked my window a little bit. I had arrived a few minutes ago at Kristopher's house and he was not home yet. It was 2:55pm. He said to be here at 3:00pm so I am sure he would be along soon. My stomach was full of butterflies. I was not sure what was about to happen but I was sure I was not going to like it. But I would go along with it in order to get my wallet back and then he could kiss my ass goodbye.

I heard the engine running as his car pulled up next to mine. I rolled my window back up and looked over at his car. Kristopher was in the driver's seat and was unhooking his seatbelt. Seated next to him doing the same thing was a young hunk. My god, he was stunning. Very athletic and extremely good looking. Very easy on the eyes. He was obviously a soccer player because he was wearing a jersey. They both got out and then I was able to drink in his full view. He had chestnut brown hair just like Kristopher and was about 6' tall. His hair was crusty with dried sweat but spiked, cut short on the sides and sticking up on the top. And there were sweat spots under his armpits and down his back. Below his jersey was a silky pair of soccer shorts. Very hot, yes indeed, very hot. His legs were extremely muscular and very well defined. But you would expect that from a soccer player. He had his soccer socks on and they matched the rest of his uniform. And then he was wearing a black pair of leather Nike cleats. Fucking beautiful. Yeah I could stare at him all day.

"I still don't see why I couldn't shower before we left. I feel so nasty. I am covered in sweat and I am sure I smell too. That was one hot game. I have never sweat so badly in all my life. I really need a shower and I am sore all over and my feet are killing me" the young stud whined.

"I told you, we did not have time because I was expecting company dumb ass! Can't you see him sitting in his car right there? Besides, as I told you when I picked you up, you can get cleaned up here. In fact I think you'll prefer to get cleaned up here after I show you a little treat I have in store for us." Kristopher looked at me with an evil grin on his face.

"This is my younger brother, Austin. Austin this is the guy I told you I was expecting to meet here. Let's go on in the house and chill. Austin, I think you are going to like this guy once you get to know him," Kristopher explained.

I got out of my car and followed the two guys up to the house. As Kristopher unlocked the door, Austin leaned up against the doorframe and placed his hand on it to keep his balance as he reached down to untie his cleat.

"Dude, you don't have to take them off out here, come on in. We'll get you out of those inside." Kristopher directed his younger brother.

"Fuck dude, they are all muddy and shit. I don't want to track inside your house." He replied.

"Don't worry about it. Just stomp real hard to knock the mud off and come on in. I will have them cleaned off in a hurry as you sit back and relax after your hard game. By the way that fucking last goal you shot was awesome. The way you broke the tie and won the game, that was fucking great. And we are gonna celebrate. You deserve a real treat. And I am going to make sure you get it." Kristopher explained.

As he said this to Austin, he looked back at me and winked. I knew what this fucker was up to. And I was cringing. I knew what he was planning. I was going to be busy for a while not only serving Kristopher but now he was getting Austin in on it too. Fuck! Maybe he would be turned off by it and I wouldn't have to do anything at all. Maybe he would bring Kristopher to his senses and tell him that what he made me do was wrong and not go along with it. Austin was a young guy, I am sure he would not be into dominating another guy into serving him. This might just all backfire on him. His house of cards might be tumbling in just a few minutes. There was suddenly a light at the end of my tunnel. This might be my way out.

"All right, come on in." Kristopher offered as the door swung open. We all filed in and Kristopher flicked on the light.

"Austin dude, take a load off your feet and flop down on the couch, put your feet up on the coffee table and relax. I am gonna make arrangements for something to drink. So just lay back and enjoy yourself. You played hard and I want you to get your reward for it. So hang tight buddy." Kristopher was priming him for my services. I just knew it. That fucker! I hope to god that Austin refused his ideas and put him in his place. But my fist goal was to get my wallet back.

"But bro, my cleats are dirty? Why the fuck should I put them on the coffee table?" asked Austin.

"Because I am gonna get them clean in just a minute and I need you to prop them up there so there is access to them." Kristopher explained.

"But, I want to take a shower and get cleaned up. I feel nasty and I can even smell myself." Austin pleaded.

"Yeah in a minute, let me get some stuff lined up, you can get cleaned up in a minute." Kristopher continued.

"Now, I want you to go out to the trunk of my car and open it up." He looked at me. "Inside you will find a cooler and some bags of ice and along with it a case of beer. This guy I know bought all of that shit for me on their credit card. Don't' you think that was generous of him?" He grinned at me knowing full well that it was my card that paid for the beer, ice and cooler.

"I want you to put the ice and beer in the cooler and make sure the beer is evenly distributed throughout the ice so it will get nice and cold. And then bring the cooler in. Austin and me have some celebrating to do." Kristopher instructed me as he handed me the keys to his car so I could open the trunk. "In the meantime, Austin and I are gonna have a little chat until you get back in here. So hurry the fuck up and get our beers chillin." He demanded.

I reluctantly took his keys knowing that if I objected I could kiss the chance of getting my wallet back goodbye. I opened the door and exited out to do my newfound chore.

After about ten minutes of opening the bags of ice and randomly placing the beer bottles in the cooler and covering them with the ice, Kristopher suddenly emerged from his pad.

"Ok, Austin is ready to celebrate. And so am I for that matter. So hop to it and bring the cooler in, slave!" The grin on his face was blatant.

I had enough. I was going to put an end to this. There was no way I was going to put up with him dominating me and forcing me to service him in front of Austin. I just wanted my wallet and I wanted to go. That was it. So I interjected, "I will bring the cooler in and you and Austin can 'celebrate' by yourselves. I want my wallet back and I want to leave. Enjoy your brother's company. Just give me my wallet please." I pleaded.

"Ummmm, let's see. I told you before I am a reasonable guy. Last night you told me that this shit is over. But I am telling you this right now...if you want your wallet back today, you have one last duty to me. This all started out by you making a bet that you lost that you would do ANYTHING I told you. And so far I have only gotten to test that out a little bit. But I can see that you want to welch on your bet. So, ok I can go along with that. You want out. Ok I can handle that. But before you leave and never come back, you have to at least make good on your bet for this afternoon. Austin deserves to be serviced. He fucking did a spectacular job playing today and he deserves to kick back, relax and be waited on. And you are going to at least do that. So I am telling you that the deal is this... You want your wallet back, right?" he asked.

"You got that fucking right, Einstein!" I explicated.

"And you want out of your bet, right?" he added.

"Yes, of course. You made this into something that I never should have gotten into. It was my bad to even suggest this thing in the first place. I was horny and I was stupid. You now know that obviously I am gay and I was attracted to you. But you are going way too far. You are using my infatuation with you against me and now that I am thinking straight, I fucking want out. I did not know you would get twisted and force me to do shit like what you did last night. Enough is enough. You got to try fucking a guy so let it go at that and stop using me. Okay? Just give me my wallet and we are good. Ok? No harm, no foul." I looked at him, hoping that reason would get me the fuck out.

"Ok, but you did make a bet and I did get to try something that I would not probably ever have gotten to try if the circumstances were different. So let's make one last deal then. In my eyes you still owe me, big time. You did in fact make that bet with me, and you lost. I do not care if your hormones drove you to do it or not. But you rubbed the bottle and the jinni popped out and now you want to put her back in the bottle. Do you think that can be done with no consequences?" He asked me. And by the look on his face it was not a rhetorical question. He actually wanted an answer.

"I am not sure what you mean." I managed to get out.

"I am telling you this, if you want your wallet back and you want a release from your debt to me then I expect, no in fact I demand, that there will be one last tribute to me." He explained.

"Ok, what do you want?" I prompted hoping that I would get my way out.

"What I want is this...in exchange for your wallet back and your release from your bet that you made and lost fair and square, I want you to service me and Austin this afternoon. If you do that, you are free to go with your wallet and nothing more. Do you agree to that?" He asked.

I thought about it and weighed the situation very carefully. What could they do more to me than what Kristopher did to me last night? I would be free and I could have my wallet back. It might not be that bad. And besides, Austin is so fucking hot. Serving him might even be a turn on. Actually some of the shit Kristopher did to me did actually turn me on because he was so fucking hot, but OMG Austin outshines him by far. So I guess it would not be so bad to accept.

"I guess one more afternoon can be acceptable. I will get my wallet and I can go free after this afternoon of serving you and Austin?" I asked making it clear that I understood what was being negotiated.

"Yes, but you do realize what this means, right?" he added.

"What?" I asked nervously.

"Ok, this is what will have to happen in order to let you go and you get your wallet. I told Austin just now that I own your ass and you serve me. He does not believe me. So when we go in there, you WILL submit to me and do every thing I say. You will not hesitate in doing anything I ask. You will not complain about it and you will tell us that you would love to do anything I tell you to do. In fact I want you to even beg me at times to do what I want you to do. If I suggest something, I want you to tell me that you would love to do that and that you are glad that I suggested it because you wanted to do it but you were to shy to offer to do it in front of Austin. If you do that then I will give you your wallet back and you will be free to go. Do we have a deal?" He asked.

Here was my chance. I could do that. What difference would it make if I went along with that. If I were out in a couple of hours, what the fuck, it would be worth it to grovel and beg him to use me. Yeah, if I can be released, then I could do this just this one last time. It would not be that bad, so sure I am going to fucking do it. I will beg him to use me this afternoon as he sees fit.

"Ok, you got a deal. I will do it." I declared.

"So you will do anything I tell you to do or anything Austin asks and you will not hesitate to do it and will not complain about doing it? Just this one last time?" He wanted to clarify.

"Yes, I can go along with that." I agreed.

"Ok but I also want you to beg to serve us. After all you made the bet that you would do anything I demanded. If you are going to fulfill that bet and you want to be released, I want you to beg to do this for us. In fact you know what I had you do for me. I loved doing that and I am sure Austin will want to have it done too. So since you know we want that, I want you to actually suggest it to Austin and beg him to let you do it to him. Do we have a deal? You do this and you are free." He outlined.

"Fuck no. I am not going to beg you for anything. I will do what you say but I am not going to beg you to do it to me. Fuck no!" I stated clearly.

"Do you want your wallet back then? Do you want to be released from the bet?" He asked, trying to tempt me.

I had to think about it. Was it worth it? I will get what I want. And it will only be for this one afternoon and then it will be over. I guess I could do it. What the fuck? I already did it for him once. What difference would it make if I did it again and begged him to do it to me in front of Austin? I needed my wallet. I could not get by without it. So I guess the only option was to agree to it.

"Ok, you have a deal" I murmured.

"Alright, done. But I want to hear it from your own lips. Tell me what the deal is." He demanded.

"Ok, I will have to beg you to let me serve you, and do the things you already made me do for you and allow you and Austin to have me do all those things for you this afternoon. And in exchange, I get my wallet and I am free to go after this." I clarified.

"Yes, you got it. You are gonna go in there and beg me and Austin to let you lick his cleats clean, lick my Nikes clean, lick our feet and suck our toes. You agree to do anything we ask you to do and you will not complain and you will do it without hesitating, right?"

"Yes, I already told you I would." I exclaimed.

"Ok, then it is done. Bring the cooler in faggot." He demanded as he turned and walked toward his bachelor pad.

I pulled the cooler out of the trunk and closed it. I picked up the cooler and brought it into the apartment. I set it down as I came in.

Austin was on the couch laying back with is Nike cleats resting on the coffee table. He was surfing the channels for something that would peak his interest. Kristopher came over to the coffee table and picked up another remote and pointed it at the entertainment center and pressed a button. And Austin kept flipping channels. Then Kristopher looked at the entertainment center and grinned and nodded as he put the control down.

"Well Austin, I told you that he was my slave and we are ready to prove that to you now. You wanna see a demonstration?" Kristopher asked his younger brother.

"I thought you were fucking kidding me. Do you really mean this guy will do anything you ask?" He asked incredulously.

"Yes, absolutely. Just watch!" Kristopher said as he plopped down next to Austin.

"Faggot, get us some beer." He barked out.

"Absolutely, Sir. Anything I can do to serve you. As you see fit." I said thinking about getting my wallet.

I immediately opened the cooler and grabbed three beers, thinking that if they are gonna get to drink, I may as well too.

"Umm we only need two right now. Leave that other one in there so it can stay cold." Kristopher told me.

"I was just gonna get one for myself too." I explained.

"Yeah, you will get your beer later when Austin and I are done drinking it and we process it for you. You are gonna drink it like the Germans do. Warm and straight from the tap." He laughed and looked at Austin with a big grin on his face.

"Are you for real? No way man he wouldn't actually do that would he?" Austin asked incredulously.

"Ask him yourself." Kristopher suggested.

"You'll drink my piss right from my cock?" Austin looked at me waiting to see what I would say.

As Austin waited for my answer I looked at Kristopher and I saw him form the word "wallet" on his lips but he did not make a sound. I knew that if I did not go along with this I was not going to get my wallet back. It was the lesser of two evils.

"Yes absolutely, would you please let me drink your piss from your cock? Can I be your urinal whenever you need to piss? I want to drink your piss as you just relax and lean back and let it go. I won't spill a drop I promise." I could not believe I was actually going along with this. But I had to be convincing as Kristopher instructed me when I was filling the cooler. If I did not do this I would be going home again without my wallet.

"No fucking way, I can't believe this. There is no fucking way you would want to drink my piss. Umm but I guess you can if you really want to." Austin replied with a kind of weird look on his face.

"Well you won't get your piss if you don't prime the pump bitch! Bring us the beer." Kristopher barked shoving an elbow into Austin's side and laughing as he looked over to Austin and said, "I told you he wanted to do this for us. Wait until you see what he is willing to do. I couldn't believe it myself until he actually did it."

I put the third beer back in the cooler and closed the lid. Then I stood back up and took a step towards the couch.

"Umm what is wrong with this picture, slave?" Kristopher asked glaring at me.

I quickly thought to myself, "what was he bitching about now?" and then I remembered what he said last night. A slave should not walk around his Master. So I dropped to my knees and began to crawl over to them.

"Yeah, that's better. You don't need to walk. Crawling to serve us is good enough for you." Kristopher grinned.

I opened a beer and placed the top on the coffee table and handed it up to Kristopher.

"Where are your manners? Guests first!" Kristopher instructed me.

"You are quite right, I am so sorry Austin, here you go." I said as I offered it to him.

He took it and placed the bottle up to his lips and tipped his head back. I then opened the second bottle and gave it to Kristopher.

"Yeah, now I think we need to do something about those cleats of yours bro." Kristopher said and took a gulp from his beer. "Let's see if he has any suggestions as to how to get them clean." Kristopher grinned as he pointed the top of the bottle towards my face giving me the queue to serve Austin.

"Hey man, can I clean them for you please?" I looked at Austin hoping that he would decline my offer.

"Yeah sure, I guess. You won't mind?" Austin asked taking another sip.

Again I could see Kristopher mouth the word "wallet" and I knew my duty.

"Hell no, I would love to. In fact just to show you how much I want to, you don't even have to take them off. I will do everything for you. You won't have to lift a finger. I cant wait to lick them clean." I looked up at Kristopher and he winked at me.

"Are you shitting me? You're going to lick my fucking soccer cleats after I just played a game in them? Those fuckers are dirty man!" He interjected.

"Yeah that's why you need to have them cleaned." I explained. My mouth was getting dry knowing what I was offering him and knowing what Kristopher was expecting me to do.

"I don't fucking believe this. I wanna see this. Yeah go ahead. Lick them." Austin said as he uncrossed his ankles and took a sip from his bottle again.

Kristopher's grin widened. And then he took another swig from his bottle.

I swallowed hard and approached the coffee table on my knees and leaned in to his black leather Nikes. At least they were not that muddy. He had knocked the chunks of mud off outside. So now they were just stained with mud not caked with it. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out and brushed my tongue over the top of his cleat. The top was not dirty and it was tasteless. It was smooth and my tongue caressed it easily. Austin looked down at me and his mouth dropped open wide as I moved my tongue over the top of his cleat. This was so humiliating.

"I can't fucking believe this. He is actually doing this." Austin exclaimed.

"I know, right? You'll get used to it though. He will make sure all of your needs are met. And I mean it, ALL of them." Kristopher smiled down at me and then took a big swallow of his beer.

I licked the complete top of his cleat. It actually was not that bad because it was mostly clean. Every once in a while my tongue brushed over a spot where mud had come into contact with it and marked it. When that happened, I got grit in my mouth. When I closed my mouth and my teeth touched each other, I could hear a crunch from the dirt being ground between them. I picked up his ankle and licked the side from his heel back up to his toe. The cleat had a smell of leather and was warm and now I was getting more grit in my mouth. I was definitely getting to the more dirty part. I stroked his cleat with my tongue many, many times until it was shiny with my wet saliva. They were actually becoming cleaner with every stroke. The bad thing was that the nasty dirt was getting into my mouth and I could taste it. It was kind of musty and had a very faint indistinct taste. It smelled kinda like a log rotting in the woods and I imagine it would taste the same way. The top and left side of his left cleat was now spotless. In order to get to the other side, I had to shift his leg to the other side of me. I was about to lift his leg higher so I could duck under it when I heard another order barked out.

"Umm, we are running dry here. I need another one and so does Austin" Kristopher directed.

I put his leg down and crawled back over to the cooler. But instead of opening it up and grabbing two more, I thought ahead and dragged the cooler back over to the coffee table. I was not going to be crawling back and forth every time they barked. Once I got it within reach of the table, I opened it and popped two more open. I set them down on the table and reached up for the empties. I took Austin's first knowing that I needed to cater to him ahead of Kristopher because guests needed to be respected. Austin tipped the bottle straight up and let the last drop drain into his eager mouth. I quickly replaced his empty with another one and he started on emptying that one too. I replenished Kristopher's supply and then went back to working on Austin's nasty cleat. I picked his left leg up and ducked under it. His left leg was now to the right of my head and his right leg was to my left. I was in between both of his ankles kneeling before him as he looked down at me, drinking his beer and watching with great interest.

I started back on the clean up process. I had already cleaned the top and right side so now I lifted his heavy leather encased foot back up to my face and repeated the process I went through on the other side. I started at the heel and licked the side up to the top. Again I could smell musty leather and grit quickly filled my mouth. I hated this sensation. The idea of having dirt in my mouth was not appealing at all. I wanted to get this over quickly. So I sped up the pace. I licked his heel clean too. Every swallow of my now-muddy spit coated my tongue and teeth with grit. This was so gross. His left cleat was now done. It actually looked not bad at all. But I was damned if I was going to lick the soles. So I placed his left foot back on the coffee table to my right and turned to face his right foot. I picked it up and did the process all over again, licking the top first and then moved on to the side and ended up licking the heel. Swallowing dirt and grit the entire time. "I will be so glad when this was over" I thought to myself.

In the mean time, Kristopher and Austin watched and laughed at me, polishing off their second bottle. I was about to lift his right leg again and duck under it when Austin said, "I think we need some more." He looked down at me and turned his bottle over and a drop fell out. He was obviously finished draining his second beer.

"You got it." I said with a feeling of disgust growing in my stomach. I did not like how this was going. I was hoping that Austin would not want to partake in this little show but it now looked like the beer was loosening him up and he was starting to like the idea of a guy between his feet licking his muddy cleats clean for him.

I reached over and got two more and opened them and replaced their empties in their hands with two new full ones. I knew what was going to happen once I finished cleaning Austin's cleats. My mouth was going to be cleaned out and rinsed with their beer piss.

I picked up Austin's right foot and placed my head on the other side of it. So now both of his feet were to my right as I faced him. Kristopher's feet were to my left and his soles of his white leather Nikes were perched on the edge of the coffee table. His knees were bent and he was leaning back on the leather couch guzzling down his beer and had a huge grin on his face. He was loving this.

I quickly finished off the right side of Austin's right cleat and my tongue polished his heel ending this ordeal. I placed his cleats down on the coffee table and Kristopher belched. Austin just laughed.

"So what do you think bro, wasn't it cool to get your cleats tongue-polished? And he actually wanted to do it for you." Kristopher said.

"Yeah it was kinda weird at first. I couldn't believe he would actually want to do it. But you were right. But what do I do if I am not happy with the job?" He asked his brother, taking another gulp of beer.

"What do you mean?" Kristopher asked.

"Well the tops are awesome, but he never touched the soles. I am sure they are the worst part. I don't think he really wanted to do it. If he really did, I think he would have licked the spikes clean too." Austin explained.

"Yeah, what's up with that?" Krstopher demanded and he knocked the left side of my head with his left foot.

"Umm, I was saving the best part for last." I quickly covered myself.

"Fuck!" I thought to myself, "I don't want to do this. They are so nasty. The actual spikes are coated in mud. But if I can get through this I will get my wallet back and I can just be done with this whole thing. I have to do it."

I looked over at Austin's right foot. His Nike was fucking hot as hell, the black leather was soft and pliable. The swoosh on it was sparkling white now that I had cleaned it with my saliva and rubbed it with my tongue. But damn the fucking soles were muddy as hell. I picked his foot up and I sat down on the floor rather than kneel in front of him. My knees were getting tired. His leg was bent at the knee and his foot was right in front of my face and his spikes were pointing straight at my mouth. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. And again the all-too-familiar taste of mud was placed back onto my palette. This time, instead of just grit getting into my mouth, there were actual clumps of dirt. As they dropped onto my tongue, they melted and thickly coated my tongue with grit. It was so nasty. I was actually eating mud from the bottom of his cleat. And he was watching me in disbelief. I wrapped the tip of my tongue around each spike and removed all signs of contamination, all the while swallowing down the nasty shit.

"Holy fuck, he is doing it!" Austin exclaimed.

"Yep he sure is. This is awesome, isn't it?" Kristopher laughed and poured some more beer into his greedy mouth. "But there is more to come I am sure. You are gonna have fun bro, I promise you." Kristopher reached over and punched him in the shoulder.

I finished his right cleat. It was completely clean. But before I could pick up his left foot to continue my task, out came another demand.

"One more round as you finish up and then you can rinse your mouth out. I am sure you will be begging us to get that nasty shit out of your mouth. I mean they were really muddy. I can't imagine eating fucking mud. But you actually did it. You must really like doing this kind of shit, huh?" Austin asked me handing me his empty.

I collected it and Kristopher's and replaced them with new ones. I started to pick up Austin's left cleat and place it in front of my face when Kristopher slapped the side of my head again with his left foot.

"I think my little brother just asked you a question. You wanna answer it for him, slave?" Kristopher said with a threatening tone in his voice.

"Ummm, I am sorry I was just so intent on getting you your beer and getting your cleat clean that I didn't realize you wanted an answer." I lied.

In reality, I was not liking this at all. I wanted out and the only way I knew to get this over with was to go along with it until I could get my wallet back and then I will tell Austin the whole story about how Kristopher was using my wallet as insurance that I did all of this. He will know I am telling him the truth because as he said, he could not imagine anyone wanting to do this shit.

"Are you kidding me? I love doing this shit. I want to do anything you ask me to. Seeing you served and doing what you say makes me happy." I lied.

I picked up his left cleat and placed it up to my face and continued my job. I wanted this over soon.

"Really? You will do anything I ask to make me happy? For real?" he asked.

I nodded my head and continued to lick.

"I told you bro." Kristopher added in taking another swig of his cold beer.

"Damn, you were right I guess. I couldn't believe you until I actually saw it for myself. He actually likes to please us and will do whatever the fuck we ask?" Austin asked rhetorically taking another swallow of his cold brew.

Even though he was not really waiting for Kristopher to answer him, Kristopher replied anyway, "yep, and he has never turned down doing anything I told him."

"Wow, well if he likes to do this and I kinda like seeing him do it and have him do anything I want, then it is a win-win situation. I guess I should make him happy too and tell him to do all kinds of shit for me." The light seemed to go on for him.

"Holy shit!" I thought, "no this is not what I want! Not at all." But it does not matter. As soon as I get my wallet, Austin will understand that I was acting out all of this and was forced to do this and that I really did not want this. Once he realizes that, I am sure he will understand what was happening. I mean that only makes sense. Why the hell would I do this shit for him and Kristopher unless I was being made to do it. Licking his fucking muddy cleats was nasty. He has to realize that. At least I hoped he would.

I started to lick faster. I hated this and I did not want it to last any longer than it needed to. So I licked as fast as I could just to get it over and done with. But that was a big mistake and I did not realize it until I heard what Austin said next.

"Damn, he must really like that idea a lot. Look at him go to town. At first I was feeling a little guilty letting you do this, I mean it's not right to let you serve me and you don't get anything out of it but I can now really see that you do. Now that I see how you like it and are really into serving me, then hell yeah, I am going to use the hell out of you. Fucking sweet!" He declared.

"Awww fuck!!!" I thought. Well he will understand soon. And then this will be over for good.

I finished his cleat. They were both now spotless. But my mouth was full of mud and grit. And the taste was just nasty. At least I was done with that nasty shit.

An enormous belch erupted from Austin's mouth and it was followed by a chuckle. "That felt good. But I need to piss now." Austin informed us. "So since you want to serve me and you like doing anything I tell you, I want you to drink my piss now. You ok with that?" Austin asked testing the waters.

"I told you he is, you would not believe what he did for me. Drinking my piss was just the tip of the iceberg." Kristopher explained to Austin.

"What do you mean bro? What has he done for you? What did you ask him to do?" Austin wanted to know.

"Well, let him drain your recycled beer and then I will show you so you can see for yourself." Kristopher suggested.

"Ok, sounds cool." Austin quickly agreed.

He reached down and placed his thumb behind the elastic band on his soccer shorts and started to pull them down.

"Dude, don't fucking do that. He wants to serve you. Let him do that for you. You are depriving him of his pleasure. Right, faggot?" Kristopher halted him and glared at me.

"Yeah, Austin. Would you please let me take your cock out for you so I can drink your piss? You have no idea how much I want to do that. I really want to please you and anything I can do to keep you from lifting a finger would be awesome." I was not telling the truth. Actually it was partially true. I did want to take his cock out. I wanted to get a look at it. But I did not really want to drink his piss. But in order to get my wallet, I needed to play along like I did.

"Damn, I keep forgetting that you wanted this. I am gonna have to get used to not having to do anything. But fuck, that's what a servant is for. So get at it then because I need to go now." Austin demanded.

As instructed, I leaned in to his crotch and put my fingers behind his elastic band that ran along the top of his soccer shorts and pulled it gently down. He lifted his ass up off the couch and brought his ass forward to the edge of the couch and as he did so I shuffled his shorts down below his ass, revealing his jock strap behind them. There was quite a big bulge being restrained behind it. He obviously was very well endowed. I actually was looking forward to seeing this. I did not have to be Kristopher's slave to be encouraged to do this. I reached up and grabbed the top of his jock strap and pulled that down as well. And as I did so, I was amazed at the sight it revealed. He had a monster cock. And when I say monster cock, I mean a MONSTER cock. I would have to say that it was already eight inches as it hung down there. It was not even erect and he was the size of a horse. I could only imagine what it would look like when he was rock hard and his prick was enlarged and gorged with blood. The head of his python was enormous. It was a mushroom head and about the size of a kiwi. I was not sure I would be able to get it into my mouth. But I had no choice in the matter. He wanted me to allow him to empty his bladder into my mouth and if I wanted my wallet back, I had to let him do it. So I opened my mouth as wide as I could and I wrapped my lips around his cock head. The top just barely fit in. He gasped as his tip slipped between my lips. With his cock planted in my mouth, I looked up at him waiting for the worst.

"I hope you are ready, because here it comes." He warned me.

And no sooner were the words out of his mouth than I was jolted with a stream of hot piss. I had piss in my mouth before, thanks to this stud's older brother and I knew what it was going to taste like. When I first drank it, the taste disgusted me. But after doing it a few times, I did not find it as repulsive as I did at first. Austin's fluid was salty and bitter and very warm. It was pumped into my mouth at a high rate. I immediately started swallowing. It was very difficult to swallow because his cock head was taking up room and not allowing my mouth to close as I tried to swallow. But I managed to gulp down mouthful after mouthful.

"Holy fuck, that feels so good, mother fucker!" He exclaimed. "Ahhhh, nothing like letting it go and relieving the pressure. Ooohhhhh yeah, baby, fucking sweet. I like this. I like it a lot."

He closed his eyes and sighed deeply. After about forty-five seconds his flow ebbed and slowed down to a trickle. I was glad of that. Not because of the taste, but because the constant flow was hard to keep up with. Eventually is stopped.

"Fucking wow! That was the most! I never had any idea that would feel so good. Man, you are going to be my urinal from here on out. I don't think I ever want to use a toilet ever again. Especially since I know you like this. I fucking love it too. I can't wait to have to piss again. Your lips wrapped around my cock was the awesomest feeling in the world. Get me another beer. I want to do this again." Austin told me.

"Bro, you just tasted the cake. Let me show you the icing on it." Kristopher directed his comment to Austin and then looked at me and continued, "While you are getting his beer, get me one too and then you can drink some recycled beer from me too."

I pulled back from Austin's crotch and opened the cooler and grabbed two more cold ones. I opened them and exchanged the new for the old once again. Then I worked my way in between Kristopher's legs. He spread them to accommodate my body taking its place in order to empty his bladder.

"Ok, so now you know you can use this faggot for anything you want. But what you want to do is make it entertaining as well. Make him struggle to serve you. You will get a head rush from it. Trust me, I tried it and it is much better like this." Kristopher explained to his younger sibling. And then he directed his attention towards me. "Ok bitch, you know the drill. No hands. Get on it."

That bastard! Why was he showing Austin this kind of humiliation? I had no choice. No hands it was. I placed my face into Kristopher's abdomen. I opened my mouth and bit the top of his jeans and pulled on them. They slipped from between my teeth. Opening the button on his jeans proves to be very difficult because the material is so thick and not so pliant. But after a few tries I was able to manage it. I placed my face into the opening and bit the zipper tab and pulled on it. That was just as difficult to get to open as well but eventually I managed to pull down his zipper and reveal a bulging package behind it. His package was encased in white cotton boxer-briefs. I grabbed the elastic band between my teeth and pulled on them. I moved my face down his crotch and his boxer-briefs followed. My nose rubbed against his cock and I freed it. It must have felt good to him because he sighed as I did it. After I got the top of his underwear below his low-hanging balls, I let them go. His manhood was now fully exposed and his balls were thrust forward with the elastic band from his underwear and his prick draped over them and hung down pointing the way to the floor.

"I hope you haven't quenched your thirst yet because you have some more beer to drink." Kristopher stated.

I opened my mouth and took his cock head into my mouth and without warning my mouth began to fill with his salty fluid. Again I was getting used to the taste and it really was not that bad after all. It was just the quantity that bothered me. I really had to work at keeping up with the volume his hose was pumping out. Obviously his bladder was bigger than Austin's because it took longer for him to empty himself into my gullet than did Austin. And finally I got a break. His flow stopped. I was done. Thank goodness. I was full. I would need to piss myself after this.

"Awww fuck yeah. That feels just too good. Just kick back and let it go. But the best thing was watching him try like hell to get my pants and underwear undone without using his hands. Hehehe yeah that was cool to watch." Kristopher chuckled.

"Yeah it was kinda neat." Austin agreed.

"Yeah now watch this." Kristopher told Austin.

"Ok bitch, now lick my Nikes like you did for Austin. Unfortunately you won't enjoy it as much as you did for Austin because mine are not muddy. In fact they are pretty clean. But if you do a real good job even though it won't be as good as licking muddy cleats, I will reward you afterwards with something that might equal it." Kristopher told me.

I did as I was told. And he was right. They were no where near as nasty as Austin's cleats. In fact I did not mind licking his Nikes at all I even kind of liked it. They were tasteless and smooth. My tongue passed over the white leather quite easily and soon they were glossy and wet with my saliva. I did a quick job to both of them and was soon done.

"Ok, now for your reward, bitch." Kristopher continued and glanced over at Austin.

"Watching him struggle to pull down my underwear without using his hands was cool, but this is even better. Watch this." Kristopher told Austin.

"Ok, slave. Take my Nikes off. And again, you are not to use your hands at all." Kristopher grinned.

"How the hell is he supposed to do that?" Austin asked amazed.

"Just watch, he can do it." Kristopher assured him.

I did as I was told and bent my head over and bit Kristopher's shoelace and pulled. The main knot came untied very easily. Then I bit where the laces crossed over and under each other and worked them back and forth with my lips, teeth and tongue. I managed to untie his left one quite easily. Loosening the laces from the eyelets was not as easy though. I had to bite each lace individually repeatedly and work them apart. I got them as loose as I could. "That should be enough" I thought to myself. And then I lifted Kristopher's left ankle and ducked under it. My head was now between his ankles. He looked down at me. He was getting turned on by this because his cock was growing. I turned my head to the left and started working on his right Nike. And soon they were both as loose as I could make them. I knew what was coming next because there was no way I could pull his Nikes off with my mouth unless I lay on the floor and let him place his heel in my mouth between my teeth and let him pull his foot out while I bit on the thick rubber sole.

"I need to move the coffee table Master so I can lay down in front of you for you to use my face as a boot-pull." I explained.

"Get it done then." Kristopher barked as he pulled his feet from the coffee table and placed them on the floor.

Austin followed suit.

I pushed the coffee table back to make room for me to lie on the floor in front of him with my head between his feet and facing up at him. He placed the heel of his right Nike firmly in my mouth and I clamped down on the sole with my teeth. He pulled. It slipped out of my mouth.

"Come on, you gotta do better than that fucker!" He barked.

Once again his Nike was forced between my teeth. And this time I bit it as hard as I could. And finally his foot slipped out and his Nike dropped behind my head as the gripped was released. But it was quickly replaced with his left one. And I bit his heel as hard as I could. This one came off without and problems. I opened my mouth and his Nike fell to the floor to the left of my head. I started to roll over so I could get up and I was suddenly halted.

"You are not done yet bitch. You get your reward now. Stay down there. You are about to get to eat your cake." Kristopher said.

I stayed there looking up between his legs when he lifted his sweaty feet up off the floor and planted them on my face. They were moist with his sweat and very warm. He started to mop my face with them. As his sweaty foot moved, it left behind a wet spot that felt cool as the air hit it.

"How do you like that, bitch? A pretty good treat ain't it?" Kristopher asked and let out a laugh. "Why don't you take a big whiff of those fuckers and tell Austin how much you like the smell of them."

I inhaled deeply through my nose and the smell permeated my sinuses. It was musty and smelled like leather mixed with sweat. It was intoxicating. I actually did not mind that at all. It was not putrid like his socks were last night. Obviously these pair of socks were a fresher pair than the ones I had to suck clean last night.

"They smell great, Master. It is a real pleasure getting to smell your feet. I like it a lot." I said but the sound was kinda muffled because his feet were covering my nose and mouth.

"Unbelievable. He likes smelling funky foot stench too?" Austin exclaimed. "Damn then he really will be in for a treat because I am going to let him smell mine right out of my cleats. Those fuckers will reek. After I play a sweaty game I cannot stand to take them off because they are so rank. I have to leave them outside overnight."

Kristopher rubbed my feet for a few more minutes and then he blurted out, "Ok cunt, now it is time for the icing on the cake. Take my socks off with your teeth because you get to taste what made my socks smell too."

"You are gonna make him suck on your socks too, bro?" Austin asked

"Nope, even better," Kristopher corrected his brother.

I rolled over on my stomach and got up on my knees and then brought my head down to his feet and bit his socks and pulled on the elastic around his ankles. They were white cotton ankle sox. It was not too hard to get them to come off over his ankle. After I removed the first one, I managed to take off his second one without too much trouble either.

"Ok, here is the best part of your reward. You get to lick my feet clean from my sweat and suck my toes and lick out the toe jam from between my toes and eat that too. That should be really nice for you. Don't ya think?" Kristopher asked.

"Dude, don't you think that is kinda gross? I mean, that has to be pretty raunchy." Austin stated.

"Nonsense, he will love it. Won't you? Tell Austin how you really want to do it." Kristopher demanded.

"Are you kidding me Austin? I would love it beyond belief. I won't be able to get enough of it." I lied to him making sure that I would be able to get my wallet back. "When I get done with your brother's feet, can I do yours too? I bet soccer sweat will taste even better than his."

"Your fucked up man. But hell yeah, be my guest. I need to have my feet washed anyway and I bet it will feel good to have them massaged by your tongue after playing hard like I did today. Fuck yeah, I think you should do it. Yeah you should." Austin thought out loud.

"Damn," I thought to myself. Kristopher had better give me my wallet back after making me do this shit in front of his brother and for his brother too.

"Didn't I tell you dude? And yeah he should do that for you, you are right." Kristopher chimed in.

I sat on the floor between Kristopher's feet, facing his crotch. I picked up his right foot and leaned my face in towards it. I stuck my tongue out and commenced licking it. It smelled stronger than his sweaty sock and it was very salty. I started rubbing my tongue round his heel making sure I got it covered in saliva. I worked my way up his sole. Coating the bottom of his foot in spit. The taste was salty and kinda vinegary. As I got towards the base of his toes, the flavor intensified. It became stronger and more acidic. He started wiggling his toes they brushed against my nose.

"Take a whiff of those bad boys and then lick in between them." Kristopher suggested as he pressed his toes against my face.

I breathed in and the aroma was very strong. I stuck my tongue in between his toes and he moaned and fanned them out allowing me access.

"Damn dude, that feels fucking awesome. Austin, bro wait 'til you try this shit. The feeling is amazing. Kinda makes me hard when I feel his tongue squirm between my toes." Kristopher told his brother.

"Well hurry up then slave, I want to try it too." Austin commanded.

He was getting in to this. And I did not like that at all. Kristopher was influencing his thinking and showing him things he could make me do. He was putting ideas into his younger sibling's head. Ideas that had no business being there. But I could not stop him from suggesting these things to him if I wanted my wallet back. So I just had to play this out to the end and let Kristopher corrupt him.

"Of course, you will be next." I said pausing Kristopher's tongue-bath long enough get the words out.

After placing my tongue between each of his toes and cleaning out the residue I found there, I started sucking on his toes one by one. Kristopher leaned his head back, closed his eyes and let out a quiet moan. It was time for his other foot. I placed his right foot on the floor and picked up his left foot. I repeated the same thing with his left foot that I did with his right foot and Kristopher's cock started to come awake. It was no longer pointing down to the floor, but was instead becoming stiff and starting to stick out.

"Oh my god, bro! You are really getting off on this aren't you?" Austin noticed his cock getting hard.

"You bet. I could have this done all day, bro." Kristopher admitted freely.

"Yeah, well it's my turn now, you had it long enough. I want to try it." Austin demanded with a note of excitement in his voice.

"Keep your shirt on, I don't think he is done yet." Kristopher chastised him.

As that statement came out of his mouth, I just finished licking between his toes and started sucking his toes and in about half a minute I had completed his nasty task and was then available to start my next one that, thanks to Kristopher, was placed in front of me.

"Yeah, he's done. And it's my turn. I want to see what the commotion was that you had over this." Declared Austin. "Alright then slave, come over here and do me now. But I don't want to wait for you to untie my cleats with your teeth. Just go ahead and use your hands." He instructed me.

I placed Kristopher's foot down and turned my attention to Austin. Kristopher had reached down and was stroking his ever-growing cock. And just as Austin told me, I untied his Nike cleats. I pulled the laces and loosened them.

"Ok, pull them off and I want a foot rub. But I want to see if you really can take the smell, so as you rub my one foot with your hands I am gonna stick my other one in your face and I wanna see you smell it. Because I don't think you will be able to withstand it. Those fuckers are rank and nasty." Austin let me know.

I pulled his right cleat off and sure as hell, it was quite odiferous. The smell was putrid. It so much reminded me of the smell of Kristopher's month old socks last night. Except these were not worn for a month. I placed his right foot in my lap and reached over and picked up his left foot. I pulled that one off as well, exposing us to the toxic vapors. While I had his left foot in my hands, I began to rub it. It was sweaty as hell. My hand was actually becoming wet from it. And then he placed his right foot over my mouth and under my nose and I about gagged. He began wiggling his toes and rubbing them under my nose. I rubbed his foot firmly between my thumbs and fingers and he let out a sigh.

"Oh fuck yeah, that does feel great, bro. My feet are killing me. And I know they reek too because I can smell them from up here." Austin looked down at me. "Why don't you take a deep breathe through your nose and tell me what you think. You should have a better opportunity to judge than I do."

This is so disgusting. I continued to massage his foot and I just looked up at him in disbelief. I took a deep breath and it was all I could do to keep from gagging.

"Well, what do you think? Do you want to stop? Is it too much? I know I can't stand it." Austin prodded.

"I don't think he has any problem with it bud, he wants to do stuff like this. It is a privilege for him, I mean who is gonna let him do shit like this without them thinking he is fucking messed up? Right, slave? You want to do this, right?" Kristopher asked playing with his cock head.

I looked over at him and said nothing. Kristopher waited about ten seconds and realized I was getting squeamish so he mouthed the word "wallet" to me and I got the point.

"Yes Master, I want to do this." I lied thinking soon I would be out of here and on my way home with my wallet and never have to do this ever again.

"Well then, shit. Act like you do. You should be thanking us for letting you do this. I mean who else will be kind enough to let you do fucked up shit like this? So go ahead, thank us both. I mean you can let loose. It's ok to let your desires go. Don't be afraid to show us that you really want to do this and tell us how bad you want it. I mean you can even beg us to do this and even more. We won't mind. Will we Austin?" Kristopher grinned as he saw the look on my face.

I was about to shit a brick. Not only was this fucker making me do this shit, but he was going to make me beg him to do it and to beg his brother too. That fucker!

"Hell no, not at all. In fact I think it is kinda cool. I want to see a guy get into my raunch. It kinda makes me feel superior in a way and, I don't know, more like a man. I mean to see you grovel and beg me to lick my sweat. Kristopher is right, it is a turn on. So go ahead and beg me to let you do it. I want to hear it." Austin suggested.

"Yeah go ahead and beg him to let him allow you to lick his sweat from his body." Kristopher reaffirmed.

"Fuck!!!" I thought to myself.

"Austin, you have no idea how bad I want to taste your sweat and grovel before you because you are such a man. You are superior to me and I am lucky to get to lick your sweaty feet. You taste so good. I would do anything just to taste it." I was getting sick. This shit was piling up higher than the horse's saddle.

"It's ok slave. I get you. And I have no problem letting you do it. You can relax I won't think your fucked up. You just want to acknowledge that a guy is superior to you and you want to do anything you can to please him and let him know how much you admire him. I can understand that. And you should feel that way about me. I mean after all I am a soccer stud and everyone wants to be around me. You want it so bad you even want to lick my sweat. It's ok, I am telling you, you can. So go ahead, switch to my other foot and I want you to lick my soccer sock while you are rubbing my other foot. Fuck, suck the sweat out of it even." Austin instructed.

"You fucking bastard!" I thought.

He swapped the positions of his feet and I started rubbing his right foot. He actually shoved his sock-clad foot into my mouth and made me suck on it. The taste was awful. It was extremely salty to say the least. And almost bitter. He was wiggling his toes against my tongue and it was smearing his sweat onto my taste buds. I was tasting his nasty foot funk.

"So, since you want to taste my sweat so much, I think I will have you get as much of it as you can. I know you will like it. I played rough today and I need to be cleaned up. What better way than to have you lick me clean. You will get to lick my sweat and I will get cleaned off. So go ahead and pull my socks off and start licking my feet first. You can lick them clean and lick in between my toes like you did for Kristopher and suck my toes too. I want to see why he got hard when you did that. And then you can lick the rest of me clean too." He offered.

"This is going to be so nasty," I was thinking to myself.

I pulled his sweat-soaked socks off and threw them on the floor. And then I began to lick his foot. If I thought Kristopher's were bad, then these were ten times worse. It was like someone dumped a salt shaker on my tongue. They were very strong and funky. The smell was too much. I tried to not breathe through my nose whenever I could. I licked them as fast as I could because I could not stand it. And once again Austin took this to mean that I was enjoying it. And that just encouraged him to have me do it all the more. After I finished his sole, I started between his toes. And his eyes closed. He enjoyed it as much as Kristopher did.

"Holy fuck, bro. You are so right. This is the awesomest feeling in the world. Damn, dude don't stop doing that." Austin said as he rubbed his nipples through his jersey.

I did as he told me to do and as I pushed my tongue in between his toes I saw his cock start to grow just like Kristopher's did.

"Didn't I tell you that you would like that, bro?" Kristopher asked his sibling as he smacked him on the shoulder.

"I had no fucking idea how great that would feel." Admitted Austin licking his lips.

"Do my other foot now slave," he said.

And I obeyed. His cock was starting to stand up. He was truly a stud. He had a cock like a stick of pepperoni. And it was not even fully hard yet. But as I worked on his toes with my tongue I saw it getting harder. It was incredible.

"Ok bro, enough of that. Let him lick your body clean from all the sweat from your game because I want to show you what he is truly best for as soon as he cleans you up. You think this feels good? You just wait because I am telling you, your are going to think you died and went to heaven. Or at least your cock will. Hehehe." Kristopher rushed him along.

And I knew why. I looked over at him and he was at full mast. Hard and waiting to use his prick. No wonder he wanted the foot job over and done with. That was just an appetizer as far as he was concerned.

"Damn, just as I was getting into this!" Austin interjected with disappointment. "Ok, go ahead and get me cleaned of. Lick me all over."

He dropped his feet to the floor and stood up.

"Take my jersey off, slave!" He barked out.

I stood up next to him and he raised his arms. I peeled his jersey upwards and pulled it up over his head. The sweat was dried on it and crusty. No sooner had I removed his shirt than I was met with a cloud of body odor. It smelled like yellow onions. He obviously wasn't kidding. He did smell. I looked at his chest and he had just a sparse collection of chest hair decorating the midpoint between his pecs. It spilled into a thin line that worked down his stomach circled his navel and continued to meet the bush that hung above his package. Which by the way was pointing perpendicular to his hard 6-pack just above it. What a sight! He didn't put his arms down though.

"Since I already have them up, you may as well start with my pits." He suggested.

"Fuck yeah, lick them clean." Agreed Kristopher.

And then the taste hit my tongue again. It was just as salty as his feet but now the odor that accompanied it was body odor. My god, how can they be making me do this? I was reduced to a groveling slave and good for nothing but cleaning a stud's armpits. I did not care what Austin thought. I wanted this to be over with as fast as humanly possible. So I dove into it and licked faster than ever. I covered his entire pit and then moved over to his other one. Within just a few minutes I had licked them both clean.

"And now my chest and stomach. No, wait! Do my back first!" He directed.

He turned around and clasped his hands over his head and stretched backwards and then straightened back up and let his arms drop and then reached out with his right hand and grabbed onto his manhood and started fondling it. I started to comply with his wish and cleaned his back with my tongue. At just as I expected, it was just as salty as his pits were. And again I made haste in cleaning this stud's body knowing that I had his other side yet to go.

"I have never had anyone lick me like this before. It kinda tickles but at the same time it runs shivers up my spine. I like it a lot. I can get used to this. I would love to come home after practice every day and get my body sponged off by your tongue there, slave" He thought out loud.

"Fat chance!" was heard running inside my head. "As soon as I get my wallet, you will never see me again. If you want your body licked you can go see your fucking brother. It was his idea to get you into this in the first place. Let him find you some other fucker to do it. I am not going to."

I covered every inch of his muscular back. He was gleaming.

"And now for the front." Austin put in.

"And hurry the fuck up, bitch. Because I am ready for the next phase." Kristopher added.

I was more than happy to comply. I did not want to let this last any longer than it had to. But what was he planning for the "next phase"? I almost shuddered to think.

I quickly navigated my tongue across his mildly hairy frontier. The texture that I felt as my tongue ran across his hair that probably just started growing there within the last few years took a little getting used to. How the hell did cats or dogs lick themselves and not mind the feel of hair brushing against their tongues was beyond me.

As I worked my way down Austin's chest, across his well-formed pecs and over his hard abs, his cock kept brushing up against me. And as I approached his navel with my tongue, he rubbed his cock against the side of my neck with is right hand.

"This feels pretty good, man. Let me do this for a minute." Austin suggested.

"You won't need to do that. Just wait 'til you see what is gonna happen next." Kristopher told him.

"Why, this feels great right now. What could feel better than this?" Austin wanted to know.

"I will show you. Don't forget that he is here to meet all of our needs. ALL of them. And it looks like you are going to need his services real soon by the way you keep jerking that thing of yours." Kristopher noted.

"What do you mean?" Asked his brother.

"Just watch." Kristopher told him. "Ok, pull his shorts down bitch, take his jock off and then get over here and strip me too! Bro, after he does, have a seat, sit back and relax. You are going to fucking love what comes next." Kristopher updated him.

I grabbed Austin's shorts in my teeth, knowing better than to use my hands. They were pushed down just below his balls and encircled his upper thighs. I tugged on them lightly and they slipped right down. I did the same thing to his jock. It was salty just like the rest of his body was. But it smelled like almost like rotten fish. It either hadn't been washed in a while or he was just very dirty down there. He stepped out of them as they fell to the floor and he sat down on the couch and leaned back.

I then made my way back over to Kristopher and used my teeth to get him undressed as well. His jeans dropped easily since his zipper had previously been undone when he used me like a urinal. His boxer-briefs followed his legs down to the floor to meet the pile that his jeans ended up in. He also stepped out of his clothes and also sat down on the couch next to his brother.

"I am about to show you what you can use this bitch for." Kristopher told his brother.

"Jerking off feels great when you blow your load, but it takes a lot of work. You have a slave here that can do that for you. But what you may not know yet is that blowing your load into a hot mouth far surpasses shooting your jizz on your stomach." He explained. "Have you ever had a blow job before?" Kristopher asked his brother.

"No, never. I wanted my girlfriend to do it once but she got all weirded out by it and refused to do it. So I never had a chance." Confessed Austin.

"Well you are about to have your first one then." Kristopher declared.

"Wait a minute. I am not about to have a guy blow me. That just gay." Austin refuted.

"Bro, listen to me carefully. It is not gay. This slave here already told you that he wants to please you in any way he can. He is dedicated to making you happy and it makes him feel good to do it. You would be doing him a favor if you let him suck your cock and get you to dump your cum in his mouth. All you are doing is letting him do all the work for you like a slave should do. You are just getting your rocks off, nothing else. What difference does it make if you were to lie in bed and jerked off or if you were to sit back there and let a mouth suck the cum right out of your balls? Either way, you would be just cumming, nothing more." Kristopher explained.

"Yeah but he is not a girl." Austin protested.

"So the fuck what? A mouth is a mouth. If it would make you feel better, you can close your eyes and think about your girlfriend. The one who refuses to do this for you. Why the hell would you not want to take advantage of a service being offered to you with no strings attached? It is not like you are going to have to get down on your knees and blow him back. He is just a piece of shit here to do anything you tell him to do. Why not tell him to open his mouth and take your cum in it. Trust me, you will not believe how great it feels. You think jerking off feels good? Wait until you just sit back and relax and let someone get you hard and work your cock for you. And to top it off, you don't have to worry about getting your jizz all over anywhere and having to clean it up. He will swallow it. No fuss, no muss. He is here to do it for you. Let him do it." Kristopher tried to get him to see reason.

"I don't know. It just seems weird having a guy suck my cock. It's just not right." Austin complained.

"Look, you did not think it was right that he wanted to lick your cleats or drink your piss or lick your sweaty feet or your nasty, sweaty pits. But after he did it you actually enjoyed it, right?" Kristopher explained.

"Yeah I guess. I just needed to see you do it first and see him actually want to do it. Once I saw he wanted it, it was no big deal. But this is different. This is having sex with a guy." Austin continued.

"No, dude. It is no different. You are not having sex with him in your mind. You will be thinking about your girlfriend blowing you, right?" Kristopher prodded.

"Yeah. I guess so." Admitted Austin.

"And you are not going to feel bad or sorry after you cum in this slave's mouth and ask him to let you blow him to return the favor are you?" Kristopher continued.

"Fuck no!" Interjected Austin.

"Then I fail to see the problem. Look, you already had your cock in his mouth when you pissed down his throat didn't you." He asked making a valid point.

"Yeah, but he wanted to drink my piss." Austin clarified.

"And now he wants to drink your cum. There is no difference. You are just using him to service you whether it is taking your piss down his throat or your cum. Either way, you are just using him. So instead of jerking off by yourself, you are telling him to catch your cum in his mouth. You are still thinking of having sex with your girlfriend when you shoot, right?" Kristopher prodded.

"Hell yeah I am." Austin defended himself.

"Then there is no problem. Unless..." Kristopher trailed off.

"Unless what?" Austin demanded to know.

"Unless you really are thinking about this faggot slave in order to get off and shoot your spunk." Kristopher inferred.

"Fuck no. I am straight. It's just that I need to get used to the idea of a guy blowing me." Austin explained.

"Don't think of him as a guy. Think of him as your slave, your servant, your piece of property. Something that you use to clean up your jizz after you cum. Do you feel uncomfortable about using a towel to wipe up your cum after it shoots across your stomach and chest?" Kristopher wanted to know.

"No, that's stupid, why would I?" Austin stated.

"Well then what would be the difference if you jerked off, you shot your load on yourself and instead of you wiping it off with a towel, you told your slave to wipe it off with the towel for you so you did not have to do it." Kristopher was obviously going somewhere with this.

"There is none. Why would I care whether he wiped it off or I did." Austin admitted.

"Exactly. Now suppose instead of your slave using the towel to wipe off your cum, you told him to use his tongue instead." Kristopher continued.

"Well, what the fuck do I care what he used to clean off my cum as long as he did it. In fact it would kinda be cool to see him lick it off me." Austin thought.

"Right. So there would be no problem with your servant, your slave, your property cleaning up after your jerk off session with his tongue and you get to watch him swallow your load. Would that be ok?" Kristopher asked innocently.

"Yeah, well since you put it that way I guess there is nothing weird or gay about that." Austin started to see where Kristopher was coming from.

"Ok, then how much better would it be if your piece-of-shit slave did his job but was proactive and instead of licking it off you, he actually let you shoot it in his mouth and caught it right as you shot your load?" Kristopher threw out the idea.

"Well it wouldn't make any difference if I came on my chest or shot into his mouth." Admitted Austin.

"Ok then, follow me on this. If it is ok that he has his mouth there waiting for you to shoot into it, why not let him put your cock in his mouth? You already had it there once today and it was not 'gay', put it there again only this time put it there when you are about to shoot." Kristopher suggested.

"Right, right. I guess I can do that." Austin thought out loud.

"Ok so since that is cool, then why not let him put it there early and actually rub your cock with his tongue to help you jerk off?" Kristopher put the idea into his head.

It was amazing how this fucker reasoned and was able to manipulate his little brother into doing something he was not sure about.

Austin thought about it for a second and then asked, "So you did this with him already? You had him actually suck your cock and you came in his mouth?"

"Hell yeah! And I am telling you it is the best feeling in the world. Even better than having him lick your feet and suck your toes. You just lay back and relax and think about your girlfriend's pussy and he strokes your cock for you. You don't have to lift a finger. Only instead of him stroking your meat with his hand, he uses his tongue. And then when you shoot, you don't have to do anything to clean up. It is perfect. It's like having a machine to get you off whenever and wherever you want. No fuss, no muss." Kristopher assured him.

"Well ok then, I'll try it I guess. But I want to see you do it first." Austin conceded.

"Oh I was planning on it." Kristopher emphatically told him.

What the fuck just happened? Kristopher got Austin to change his mind from actually keeping me from serving him and sucking his cock to making me do it whenever and wherever he wanted. How the hell could this guy do shit like that? It was the same with me. He took a simple bet that I made when I was attracted to him and turned it into me serving him and doing twisted stuff and then he made sure I could not back out of it. And then he guaranteed that I would obey him whenever he told me to do something no matter what it was by threatening me with withholding wallet. This was just fucked up. You could not trust this fucker. And then he took something that Austin was obviously against and he made it look all innocent and enticing and so now Austin not only wants to do it, but he will get used to it and actually demand it. I cannot wait to get the hell out of here and tell them both to fuck off.

"So let's get started," Kristopher directed. "You sit there and relax. I am going to stand here in front of you and have this slave open his mouth and massage my prick with his tongue. He will get me hard and I don't have to do a thing. I just let him do all the work. That is what a slave is for." Kristopher explained.

"Ok, sounds good. Let me see you do it." Austin gave in.

Kristopher looked over at me, snapped his fingers and pointed down to his cock. "I need to be serviced." He instructed.

Following my cue, I shuffled my way over to him. He towered over me and looked down at me. A grin spread across his face. He had me right where he wanted me and he knew it. He was recruiting another person to dominate me and use me. He probably got off on watching someone being used and wanted to involve someone else with it to make it more interesting for him. That fucker!

"Well?" Kristopher glared.

This will be over soon. Once he cums, he will no longer be horny and I will get my wallet back and I will be out of here. So let's just get this over with. I will blow him and I am sure he will make me blow Austin. They will be satisfied and I can then go free and not have to put up with this bullshit ever again. What's a couple of loads of cum in my mouth compared to what they already put there today?

I opened my mouth and took his meat in. It was still semi hard. But I was sure it would not be for long. Soon it would grow to its full size and I will have a hard time trying to manage getting it in my mouth. I already knew that his pole would not fit all the way in my mouth when he was fully erect. He had to jerk off with two hands to cover his cock. So I did the best I could and took as much of his manhood into my mouth as I could. And I started rubbing my tongue on his cock head inside my mouth. This pushed him over the edge.

"Oh fuck!!! Damn this feels so good, bro. You have no idea how much better this is than jerking off by yourself. Let this piece of shit serve you and you just relax and enjoy it. Oh fuck yeah!!! Uhhh, take my cock bitch. Yeah, massage my cock with your tongue, cunt. Make me happy bitch. Do what I tell you!" Kristopher let out.

Kristopher's cock was now rock hard. And he was indeed enjoying it. Austin sat there and watched and after a few minutes he must have thought that this was indeed harmless and innocent because he wanted to try it now.

"Hey, you gonna let me try that?" Austin interrupted him.

"Are you ready for it?" Kristopher asked looking over at him with a grin knowing that he was about to get him hooked.

"Yeah, I am." Austin stated.

"Ok bitch, it's his turn. You better do him right too!" Kristopher demanded. "But first, let's get this set up. Because while you are serving my brother I am gonna have some fun too."

He stepped back from me and pulled his cock out of my mouth and as he did, a string of spit stretched from the tip of his cock head to my bottom lip and as he pulled away, it stretched until it finally split and disappeared. Krisopher bent over and grabbed the coffee table and started moving it back toward the couch.

"Bro, lift your legs up for a second." Kristopher instructed him.

Austin complied and lifted his knees and pulled his feet up onto the couch. Kristopher shoved the coffee table right up against the edge of the couch so that it ran parallel to the couch and he left no space between the couch and coffee table. Then he took some pillows that were piled up on the end of the couch and placed them on top of the coffee table in front of Austin.

"Ok bro, sit back and relax. Place your feet up on the coffee table and let your slave do the rest. You are going to enjoy the hell out of this." Kristopher informed him.

Austin placed his legs on the pillows that were placed neatly before him and they spanned the coffee table. If you were to look at him you would think of a dentist's chair. He was leaned back against the couch reclining comfortably with his legs stuck out straight in front of him propped up by the pillows that were on top of the coffee table. His feet extended over the opposite edge of the coffee table by about six inches.

"Now slave it's time to give Austin his reward for playing hard today and winning the game." Kristopher directed me. "Strip naked and get on the coffee table in front of him and let him just enjoy the services you have to offer a stud like him. And show him how impressed you are with him and how you want to please him. Give him what he is deserving of and that is, your service and worship."

I reviewed the scenario Kristopher set up here. In order for me to take Austin's monstrous cock in my mouth I would have to get in between his legs and lay on my stomach on top of the coffee table. If I did that then my waist would be hanging over the edge of the coffee table forcing me to bend over the table. I would be on my knees, bent over the edge, draped across the table on my stomach and my face in Austin's crotch. It was a weird position to get into and I do not know why Kristopher orchestrated it this way. It would be much easier for me to just get on my knees in front of him and blow him between his legs while he sat on the couch. But I could not do that now with the table in front of him. I had to lie on the table and bend over it to blow him.

So I did as Kristopher told me to do. I got undressed and dropped my clothes in a pile by the coffee table, went over to the table and started to lie down on it and as I did, Austin spread his legs allowing me access between his legs. I was glad that Kristopher placed the pillows there. If I had to lie on the hard coffee table, I would no doubt get sore and stiff after a while. I bent at my waist and knelt on the floor. My face was inches away from Austin's crotch and his manly smell wafted up to my nostrils. His privates were still sweaty from the game. He never told me to lick that part of him clean (thank god!). I placed my forearms on either side of his hips and propped myself up there over his crotch. And just stayed there contemplating what was about to happen. Austin was about to get his first blowjob. And fortunately for me I was going to get my wallet back in a few minutes and it will be his last blowjob from me, ever.

"Well get to it. He is not going to cum by himself. You need to work his cock for him." Kristopher commanded me.

I did as he asked and opened my mouth as wide as I could. Austin's cock was just as big as Kristopher's if not bigger. The funny thing is, Kristopher was Austin's older brother but yet I think Austin was actually bigger than him. How ironic. Kristopher was the biggest prick I ever met and yet his younger brother had a bigger prick than he did. Pun intended.

I took Austin's cock into my mouth. His mushroom head was huge. It was about the size of a small kiwi. If it weren't hard already I would have had a hard time getting it in my mouth. But even as I tried to take it in, it kinda stuck because there was no lube on it. His cock scraped against my lips and did not want to enter my hot mouth. So I stuck my tongue out and got his cock head all wet and then licked the circumference of his shaft. With it properly lubed, it slipped in much easier when I tried the next time. As I licked his cock, Austin must have got a stimulating feeling because he let out a gasp and then he moaned loudly as his head and shaft entered my hot, wet mouth.

"Oh my god, I had no idea it would feel like this. This is fucking great!" He exclaimed. "I can't believe how good this feels. Fuck, I don't want it to stop. Keep going." Austin called out.

I started to work his cock in and out of my mouth and while I did that I rubbed his enormous cock head with my tongue. His response was instantaneous.

"Ohhhh fuuuccccckkkk!!!!! Man keep doing that and don't fucking stop!" he demanded.

"So you like that? Huh bro?" Kristopher asked him.

"Fuck yes. I fucking love it. I don't care if people think it is gay or not. I fucking want to cum like this. There is no way I am going back to just jerking off ever again. Not when I have this slave to do this for me. Fuck yeah I am going to cum in his mouth for sure I don't care any more." Austin declared.

I continued to do what Austin asked me to do and then suddenly stopped when I heard what Kristopher was planning.

"Cool, bro you just enjoy it. But as for me, I want to cum too but since you have his one hole busy, I will just go ahead and use his other one." Kristopher divulged.

"What? Are you fucking serious? You are going to fuck him? Dude that is gay, I don't care how you put it!" Austin exclaimed excitedly with his eyes almost popping out of his head.

"Dude, we already went though this just a minute ago. It is NOT gay. I am just using his hole. I am straight as an arrow. I am thinking about eating pussy as I cum. And his tight hole will feel awesome and will take my jizz just like a pussy would. And besides you just said yourself you did not care if people thought it was gay or not you are enjoying it. And I am going to enjoy it too. And as long as this slave is here, he will do as we see fit and take cum in any of his holes that we want to shoot it in. He will take it and we don't have to reciprocate. It is his job to make us feel good and right now I want to cum. You got his mouth busy with your cock and so I am going to get his other hole busy with mine. It is as simple as that." Kristopher explained to him. "You like the feeling of his mouth on your cock, right?"

"Yeah but dude, fucking him up that ass? I don't know..." Austin whined.

"Bro, look. He wants to please us. And I want to be pleased. I want to cum and I don't care which hole I use. A hole is a hole. Just like his tongue is like a towel. Stop thinking about him being a guy. He is not. He is a piece of property. A tool to be used to get you off. Nothing more. It is the fantasy you think about that makes you straight or gay and I am telling you I am thinking about eating pussy and fucking snatch while my cock will be planted in his tight hole. I don't have a problem with that. Are you fantasizing about him while your cock is in his mouth even at this very moment?" Kristopher demanded.

"Fuck no. I am thinking about my girlfriend." He defended himself again.

"Then what is the big fucking deal? You want to cum, right?" Kristopher continued.

"Yeah." Austin admitted.

"And you want to cum in his mouth, right?" Kristopher prodded.

"Well, yeah." He said.

"And you obviously don't feel weird about his mouth being on your cock anymore do you?" He asked.

"Well, no. Not since you showed me that it doesn't matter where I cum if he is going to clean it up." Austin replied.

"Exactly, and this is no different. It is just another place to cum and not have to worry about it. And I am telling you right now, I already popped his cherry last night. Do I look gay to you today?" Kristopher demanded.

"You did what?" Asked Austin his eyes going even wider.

"I fucked him last night. Do I look queer now?" Kristopher asked. "No I don't and that's because I am not. All I did was use his service just like you are now, nothing more. And I will tell you something else, you think getting blown feels good? Oh my fucking god, it does not hold a candle to fucking a tight hole."

"Really?" Austin asked.

"Yeah man. I wouldn't be doing it if it didn't. But I tell you what. Don't think about it right now. Just let him blow you, I will use his other hole and we can both dump a load in him and not have to worry about anything. I mean, that is what he is here for. Deal? You will change your mind once you cum and see how good it feels." Kristopher suggested.

"Yeah I guess. I do actually like how his mouth feels on my cock and I don't want him to stop. If fucking his other hole feels even better then maybe I should try that too." Austin thought out loud.

"Ok that's a deal. Next time you cum it will be up his ass and I promise you, you will love it even more." Kristopher assured him.

I had stopped working Austin's cock to listen to what was going to happen. I did not want to have Kristopher up my ass again. The last time he did that it fucking hurt like hell. And now I knew why he wanted me bent over the coffee table. He was planning this all along. That fucking bastard! And again he was getting Austin to go along with it.

"Why the hell did you stop bitch?" Austin barked at me and he reached down and slapped my face. "I didn't tell you to stop. In order for me to cum, you need to be working your mouth on my cock."

"See, you are getting the hang of it, bro." Kristopher laughed.

I started to manipulate Austin's cock head inside of my mouth with my tongue again and began to pump his cock in and out of my mouth like before and Austin closed his eyes and let out a gasp. He obviously liked what I was doing very much.

"Get ready cunt, because I am about to use you like you deserve." Kristopher warned me. "Oh and by the way, all the spit you slobbered on my cock I was going to use for your lube but since I had to stoke my cock to keep it hard, it all rubbed off and I am dry again. But since your mouth is busy at the moment, I guess I will just have to do you dry. But that's your problem."

"Mmmmmfffffff!!!!!" I tried to call out but Austin's cock was blocking my mouth. I did NOT want him fucking me in the first place and I definitely did NOT want him to fuck me without lube. That's it. I am through with this shit. I began to pull Austin's cock out of my mouth to file an official complaint when I felt his hand grab the back of my head and force his cock back inside my mouth. And then I felt his second hand on the back of my neck. There was no way I could pull his cock out now, not with the grip he had on my head with both of his hands. And when I thought my mouth was full before I was sorely mistaken because he now forced more of it into my mouth. It was now trying to open the back of my mouth and gain access to my throat. It was all I could do to stop my gag reflex.

And then it happened. Kristopher got down on his knees behind me and placed his tool in my ass crack and I could feel his cock head probe for an opening to violate. I felt him grab my ass cheeks and spread them as he pointed his pole at my hole. When he found the target he applied pressure and grabbed my hips and pulled. Holy fuck it hurt like hell as he rammed his manhood into my tight hole. I thought last night hurt like hell but that was nothing compared to what I felt now. I felt like I was getting an Indian burn in my hole. The pain was excruciating. Not only from the intrusion of the foreign object but from the rubbing of our unlubricated skin together. It was like skinning your knees on a carpet. And as he forced it in, tears came to my eyes.

"Mmmmfffffffff" I tried to scream. But once again, my voice was stopped by a barrier that I could not remove because it was being held in by the muscular stud that I was supposed to be servicing.

Austin continued to face fuck me and Kristopher forced his cock into my hole. And there was nothing I could do stop it. I was being violated from both ends. But slowly Kristopher worked his pole inside of me. I continued to cry as the pain continued.

"Oh fuck yeah this feels awesome!" Austin called out.

"Fucking sweet it does!" Kristopher chimed in.

And then Kristopher began to fuck me now that his shaft had entered my canal. He forced it the rest of the way in and I thought I was going to pass out. The pain was so intense. But when he thrust forward it put pressure on my body and forced me forward. The result was that I was pushed onto Austin's cock even further. And then Kristopher pulled back. That allowed me enough freedom to move back a little bit and Austin felt me pull back. He suddenly caught on that if he worked out a rhythm with Kristopher he could have me going up and down on his cock as Kristopher pushed in and out of my ass. They were double-timing me and they were both getting off on it.

"Fuck yeah, you are my bitch, cunt." Kristopher yelled out.

"Yeah, take my cock bitch!" Austin added.

Finally the pain in my ass dulled down from a severe splitting pain to just an uncomfortable intrusion. I felt like a hand saw in the hands of two lumberjacks as they pulled it back and forth through the base of a tree. I was being pushed and pulled back and forth between the two of them and they were both letting out loud groans of pleasure as they each pounded me from both ends. This went on for several minutes and the intensity built up and they started to bounce me back and forth faster and faster.

"I am about to cum, bitch!" Austin shouted and he held on to my head like a vice.

"So am I cunt!" Kristopher screamed as he slapped my ass and grabbed my hip even harder.

His unexpected slapping of my ass made me clench my ass muscles and this must have been what he was looking for because it tightened my hole and pushed him over the edge.

"Uuuhhhh, uuuuhhhhh, uuuuhhhhhh!!!!! Fffffuuuuuccccckkkk!!!!" He screamed and he thrust himself in as deep as he could.

This pushed me forward and forced Austin's cock deep into my mouth and then I tasted salt.

"Aaaaahhhh, hhhhoooolllllyyyyy ffffuuucccckkk!!!!" Austin yelled as he exploded in my mouth. I felt spasms on both ends at the same time.

Shot after shot filled my mouth with Austin's salty spunk. His jizz just kept erupting from his manhood. And I am sure Kristopher's juice was filling my other end. They both were panting like dogs.

"Aaawwwww fuck!!!" Kristopher gasped. "I came like you wouldn't believe and it felt so fucking awesome. Holy fuck, bro you really need to try that."

"I know what you mean. I have never cum like that before from jerking off. That was fucking incredible!" Austin exclaimed.

I tried to pull his cock out of my mouth but he was still holding on to my head. He looked down at me and shook his head. "I know you are trying to get my cock out of your mouth, bitch. You need to swallow my seed. It is too good to be spit out."

He tightened his grip on my neck. I knew I was not going to be let go until I swallowed and so I complied. His salty juice was all throughout my mouth. I tried swallowing but with my mouth full of his cock I could not. He let me pull his cock out far enough to allow me room to swallow and he looked at me and smiled and then released my head. His softening cock slipped out and he tilted his head back and sighed.

"Oh fuck, I gotta do this every day!" He stated emphatically.

"You got that right buddy." Kristopher agreed as he pulled his cock out of my ass. "But you have to try the other end. I am telling you it is much better. You can shove your pole in as far as it goes and it is tight and hot and it is just fucking awesome as hell. I mean it, you need to try it."

"I think I will." He gave in.

"And like I said, having a slave for this kind of shit is just beyond incredible. I mean watch this." He said as he stood up behind me. "Ok, bitch. Time to clean me up. Suck my cock clean."

My eyes grew wide. What the fuck? He wanted me to suck his cock after it was up my ass? No fucking way.

"Bro, you can make him do that?" Austin asked not believing his ears.

"Dude haven't you learned anything today? This is a fucking slave you can make him do anything you want. It does not matter what it is. He will do it and he will not complain about it either." Kristopher explained.

"Are you fucking serious? Anything. I mean ANYTHING?" Austin wanted clarification.

"I fucking mean anything. Just watch." Kristopher grinned. "Suck it bitch or don't you want your wallet?"

I did not need to be reminded. He had me under his control and I had to do what he wanted but soon it would be over. They had both cum and now they would lose interest in me. I would get my wallet back and that would be the end of all of this.

I opened my mouth and began to clean Kristopher's prick. He stuffed it in my mouth and I rubbed my tongue over all of it. He pulled it out and I licked it thoroughly. I thought licking Austin's cleats was bad? Well now I just got a mixture of my ass juices mixed with Kristopher's cum coating my tongue.

"What the fuck are you talking about bro? What wallet, what the hell did you mean?" Austin demanded.

Kristopher made a big mistake. He mentioned my wallet in front of Austin. He heard it and now wanted to know what the fuck was going on. The truth is finally going to come out and Kristopher's ass is grass. How the hell was he going to explain his way out of this one?

"It doesn't matter bro. I have a slave to do with what I want. And if you are interested you can use him too. Did you enjoy everything he did for you today?" Kristopher asked.

"Fuck yeah I fucking loved it. And he did too. Why else would he do it?" Asked Austin.

"Well not exactly. He had some encouragement. But tell me the truth you did like his service, right and you want him to continue to serve you right?" Kristopher asked.

"Yeah, of course. Who wouldn't? Having a slave like that is totally worth it. I would give my left nut to have a slave serve me every day like that but I don't think anyone would want to do that kind of shit and I can't believe you found this guy to do this stuff for you and actually like doing it." Austin admitted.

"Well how would you like to have one? I will share him with you." Kristopher offered.

"Fuck yes!!! That would be sweet. But what did you mean that he had some encouragement? Do you mean he didn't want to do this stuff for us?" Austin wondered.

"Oh he wanted to do it. Trust me. He did. If he didn't want to do it he would not have done it. I just needed to dangle the carrot in front of his nose. Only this carrot was not orange, but black. Black and leather." Kristopher chuckled.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Austin demanded.

"Just wait here." Kristopher said as he went into his bedroom.

Now was my chance. Kristopher's bubble was about to be burst. The cat was out of the bag and he was at the moment about to scratch Kristopher's eyes out. He is now going to get what was coming to him. He will have to tell Austin what he had been doing all along and Austin will see the truth and he will be pissed as hell.

"Austin, all of this shit that happened today was Kristopher's idea." I tried to explain quickly before Kristopher came back. "He took my wallet and would not give it back to me unless I went along with all of this shit. I would never have done any of it if he was not holding that over my head."

"Is that fucking true, bro?" Austin demanded as Kristopher came back holding my wallet in his hand.

"Yeah, I got his wallet. So what? It made him do what we wanted, didn't it?" Kristopher chuckled as he threw my wallet to me.

That fucker!!!! He just let the golden bird out of his cage. And I am about to fly the coop.

"He fucking did everything I wanted him to do and he did it without complaining. And he did everything you fucking wanted him to as well and he even begged you to have you do it to him. You liked it didn't you? And you want him to keep doing it don't you? Didn't you just say you had the best orgasm ever and that you would give your left nut to have a slave do this for you every day and do anything you asked him to do without complaining?" Kristopher asked.

"Yeah, I sure as hell would. But you were blackmailing him into doing it." Austin pointed out. "He did not do it because he wanted to he did it because he wanted his wallet."

"So the fuck what? What difference does it make why he did it? I told you he did that shit because he wanted to. And that is true. He may not have liked doing it, but he did it because there was something he wanted. He may not have wanted to do the shit we told him to do but he did want something from it and so he did it. And he did it without complaining. The point is he wanted something and in exchange for that something he did what we told him to do. A win-win situation. Isn't that what you called it? So don't you think we should let him serve us? After all you did like it and you said you wanted someone you could use to do ANYTHING you wanted, right? Don't tell me you changed your mind." Kristopher asked.

He was fucking doing it again. He was manipulating his brother's mind into going along with his twisted and sick thinking. But I am going to put a stop to it this time because I now had my wallet and there was nothing he could do to stop me.

"Yeah well you know what, you fuckers? I now have my wallet and you no longer have a slave to use to do you nasty shit for you. Because as soon as I get dressed, I am taking my ass out of here and you are never going to see me again! So you two can go fuck yourselves." I told them.

And I started to get dressed.

"So were you serious? Did you want a slave to do ANYTHING you want and even blow you and swallow your piss and cum and you will never have to lift a finger?" Kristopher ignored me.

"Yeah that would be fucking sweet bro, but he did not want to do that stuff." Austin challenged him.

"I told you. He may not have wanted to do that stuff, but he did want something and he was willing to do that stuff in exchange for that something. It was the carrot in front of his nose that was the catalyst. Who the fuck cares why he did it, the point is he did it and you got off on it. Now my question to you is this, do you want a slave or not?" Kristopher demanded.

"Well fuck yeah. But you gave him his carrot back." Austin pointed out.

"No I didn't." Kristopher grinned. "In fact I got a bigger carrot. One that will be hard to be taken away ever again. You see, he could have gotten a new driver's license and credit cards and shit. It would have been a nuisance but he could have gotten it done and then I would no longer have a carrot and you are right he would not want to do that shit any more. But now I have a more 'permanent' carrot."

Kristopher's eyes were gleaming and his grin on his face was the broadest I ever saw. By now I was fully clothed and making my way to the door when Kristopher stopped me.

"You may not want to leave just yet there slave." He cautioned me.

"I am not your fucking slave! Bastard." I replied with disgust.

"Yeah well did you check your wallet?" He asked me.

I am so stupid. No I didn't. I didn't think to do that at all. I quickly pulled it out and checked its contents. My fucking license was missing. I looked up at him and it was clenched between his thumb and finger.

"I told you I would give you your wallet if you went along with all of this shit today and we made a deal. And I kept my end of the deal. You now have your wallet. But if you want your license then all you have to do is indulge me for about five more minutes and then you can leave if you want. For real. I will give you your license and you will be welcome to leave. Scout's honor." Kristopher declared raising his two fingers to his temple. "Just have a seat."

I wanted to get the fuck out of there, but I wanted my license too. What would five more minutes hurt? He had already raped my ass and Austin raped my mouth. Nothing worse than that could happen in five minutes, so I took my place in the recliner and looked at Kristopher.

"So what do you fucking want?" I demanded.

"It's funny that you used that word because that is exactly what I want. 'Fucking'. I want to do any 'fucking' thing to you I want and I want your 'fucking' obedience and I want you to 'fucking' not complain about it and I want your 'fucking' compliance with whatever I tell you to do. Yeah 'fucking' is the perfect word for it because I think you are going to be 'fucked' a lot. Both figuratively and literally." He started in. "What do you think bro, if I can convince this faggot to do exactly what I just mentioned, would you want in on it?" Kristopher asked his brother.

"Well fuck yeah, but he won't want to do that shit. You have nothing on him any more." Austin noted.

"Oh well that's where you are wrong." Kristopher winked at him. "I have everything I need. You see it pays to be in the computer science and technology field because it is amazing how technology had developed in the past decade. They have made today something memorable. Let's just say it was a 'Kodak moment'."

Kristopher reached down to the coffee table and picked up a remote. It was not the remote that Austin was using to flip channels when I came in with the cooler. It was a different one. Kristopher pointed it at the entertainment center and I heard a faint click.

"You see bro, this all started when our little slave here made a little bet with me that he lost. He bet me that he would do anything I told him to do if he lost and he did in fact lose. So I told him that he was going to be my slave and I made him blow me. I loved it so much that I wanted more. So I told him that if he did not comply with me I would tell everyone of our little bet and that he blew me. Well, last night he called my hand and said he would no longer comply with my wishes and he did not care whether or not I told anyone because no one would believe me. And he was right. It would be his word against mine. So that was when I stole his wallet. I figured I could make him make one last appearance here, which he did. But I needed to make sure I had proof that he was my slave and I thought it would even be so much better if that proof showed him begging to be my slave. So I set up this little camera knowing that he was going to be acting today. And I made sure he was going to be acting because I laid out the script for him when he was filling the cooler. I made the deal with him that if he begged us to let him serve us and do all this shit, I would give his wallet back and sure as shit, the dumbass fell for it hook, line and sinker. In fact I think he did such a good job acting, I think we should watch it because it was all recorded. Let's see what a stellar performance he made." Kristopher laughed as he clicked another button on the remote and the scenes from this afternoon began to spill out onto the screen.

Holy fuck! In my mind I had a flashback to when I came back in with the cooler from the car. Austin was flipping channels on the cable box with the remote and Kristopher had another remote. I did not think anything of it until now. That fucker was turning on a fucking video camera. He fucking filmed the whole afternoon. God!!!! What a fucking idiot I have been. I fucking did everything he told me to do. I even begged Austin to let me do it and told him how much I wanted to do it. Fuck!!!!! That bastard was right. He just got the biggest fucking carrot I could imagine. There was absolutely no way I could get out of this. No fucking way at all.

"Oh, as always. I keep my word. Here is your license." Kristopher laughed as he threw it to me. And then he looked at Austin. "Like I said, he wanted to do that shit. And something tells me that he will want to do it even more than ever now. So, do you want in bro?"

I could see the light go on in Austin's head. The possibilities seemed to jump out at him and he got the same kind of grin on his face that Kristopher had been sporting from the very beginning.

"You mean I really can have a fucking slave that will do whatever the hell I want? I can use him and make him do all kinds of shit?" Austin wanted clarification.

"You sure as hell can. And this time, he cannot turn you down, ever. This will be a permanent arrangement for the rest of his life. He will be your property as well as mine. And you can use his tongue to wipe up your cum instead of a towel any time you want." Kristopher outlined for him.

"Fuck no! Forget that towel shit. I am going to cum in his mouth every time because he is going to blow me! Now that you introduced that to me I am never going to jerk off ever again. Holy fuck this is sweet bro! I owe you big time. Getting blown every day is the fucking awesomest ever!" You could see the gears in his head turning

"No it's not. Fucking a tight pussy every day is but you have not had that chance yet. And I promised you that next time you came you would. And you will now that you have a slave to fuck." Kristopher added.

"Holy fuck! The guys on the team are never going to believe this." Austin stated. "You are sure I can do anything to him I want and tell him to do anything I want?" He asked making sure.

"Fuck yeah, let's ask him." Kristopher suggested.

"Well, slave what do you say? Can we use you and will you do anything we tell you to do?" Kristopher looked at me waiting for a reply.

I dropped my head.

"Yes," I said quietly.

"What? I can't hear you, faggot, cunt, bitch, slave!" Kristopher barked out.

"I said 'yes'" I repeated audibly.

"He fucking said 'yes'" Austin exclaimed and laughed.

"Yes, what?" Kristopher corrected me.

"Yes Master." I acquiesced.

"That's 'yes Masters'" Kristopher corrected me again.