Serving My College Masters
By Steve S.
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Chapter Two
I was on my knees giving Casey a foot massage two days later, when he suddenly put his phone down and asked, "Why do you do this?"
"I am sorry, Master Casey. This fag slave doesn't understand..."
"Drop this fag slave shit for a moment." Casey said. "For now you have permission to say I. Why do you let us treat you like this?"
"This fag slave... Sorry Master Casey... I serve you and the other Masters because it is an honor for a fag slave like me to serve straight alpha males like you." I said sincerely, continuing to massage his feet.
"So have you done this before?" Casey looked at me curiously. "Before us? When did you realize that you wanted to do this?"
"Yes, Master Casey. I served two Masters in high school. I had always known I was a fag since a young age and had always been small and bad at sports. When I was about 14, two players on the high school football team found out about me and began beating me up on a daily basis. Soon they also began to order me around and ask me to do stuff for them. One day, they told me to stay after school and to meet them at the locker room after football practice. When the football team came in, they ordered me to get on my knees and take off their shoes and socks. I did, with all the other players watching on. They proceeded to tell everybody that I was a fag and they were going to turn me into their slave. To prove their point, they ordered me to lick their sweaty feet clean with my tongue. As I knelt before them and licked the feet of two alpha males for the first time in my life, I realized how natural it felt to be in that submissive position. I realized that all my life I had felt inferior to strong, dominant, athletic men, and the only way for me to feel secure in the natural order of the world, was to dedicate myself to serve straight alpha males as a fag slave. Only by doing that I could find some purpose in life. I served them, and occasionally other high school athletes until I graduated high school and moved here for college. During orientation, I met Master Connor and Master Trent. They immediately could tell that I was a faggot, and put me in my place right away. I confessed that I served straight alpha male Masters in high school. The next day, Master Connor and Master Trent ordered me to move into their house, and officially made me their fag slave. Master Ryan was their roommate, and he soon began to use me as well. One year later, you moved in and became my 4th Master."
"Wow, that's a cool story." Casey said. "I'm glad you found your calling. I have to admit when I first moved in I was a little unsure about this situation. I mean I have always felt like fags are kind of worthless and inferior to guys like us for sure, but I have never thought to actually turn a fag into my personal slave. I'm glad it worked out that way though - I enjoy having you around to serve me like this." He gestured to his bare feet in my hands.
"It is my honor to serve you, Master Casey. You are a true alpha male and deserve having the world at your feet." I said.
"So, tell me, and be honest." Casey smiled. "How do you like being our slave so far? We're pretty harsh on you, aren't we? That overnight punishment two days ago must still hurt..."
"I love being your fag slave, Master Casey." I said, and Casey delivered a kick to my face. "I told you to be honest, slave!"
I had to think for a moment.
"I was born a natural fag slave, Master Casey. I enjoy serving true alpha males like you. I don't always like what my Masters do to me, especially the punishments. I'm afraid of the punishments. But I understand that as a slave I don't get to choose what my Masters decide to do with me, and that's just part of being a slave. Masters have the absolute right to punish their slave, fairly or unfairly, because a slave is their property and they can do to it as they see fit. I realize that my Masters just want me to be a better slave for them, and punishments are necessary to keep me in line so that I don't slack off. Especially you, Master Casey. You've never given me a punishment that I did not deserve. Thank you, Master Casey."
"Good answer, slave." Casey grinned. "Now you can go back to referring to yourself as fag slave. Break is over."
"Yes, Master Casey. This fag slave understands."
Casey picked up his phone, and said simply. "Lick." I began to lick Master Casey's feet.
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