Serving My College Masters
By Steve S.
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Chapter Four
I was at the airport, waiting for Jayden to arrived. Jayden was Connor and Trent's little brother, 15 years old and just started high school, and was already a star athlete in both wrestling and football at his hometown high school. Coming from a family of former and future alpha military men, the kid was already an alpha in his own right, and even at his young age had already begun to show dominant tendencies. At the same time, he was also very playful and generally a very likable kid. Every couple of months, Jayden would fly in to visit his brothers at college, and every time it was my job to drive to the airport to pick him up. This morning, Connor casually told me Jayden was visiting as he was walking out of the door. As I was on my knees kissing his feet goodbye, he informed me that Jayden was coming in for a late birthday celebration, having just turned 15 a week ago, and that as a birthday present, Jayden would have priority to use me in any way he wanted for the whole weekend.
Jayden appeared from the exit and confidently walked toward me, a duffel bag in hand. At 15, he was already almost 6 feet tall, and getting more muscular seemingly every month. Only his boyish face betrayed his young age.
"Good afternoon, Master Jayden." I said respectfully, head bowed and eyes at his feet. His feet seemed to be growing faster than he was, and I knew I was going to find out exactly how fast soon enough. "Happy birthday to you, Master Jayden!"
"Thank you slave." Jayden said cheerfully. "I've been missing you. Have my brothers been treating you well?"
"Yes, Master Jayden."
"Don't lie to me! I heard about the recent punishment! Man, it must suck to be spending a whole night like that! You must really be a faggot to put up with something like that!"
"I deserved that punishment, Master Jayden." I told him. "There was no excuse for me to miss a spot on Master Connor's feet."
"That's true I guess." Jayden nodded. "You literally lick my brothers' feet every day - you should've known better. Anyway, you're mine this weekend. I want to have so much fun with you, slave!"
"Of course, Master Jayden. I look forward to serving you."
A hour later we arrived at the house. It was still early in the afternoon so my Masters were all at wrestling practice. As soon as the front door closed I dropped to my knees and kissed both of his sneakers, then stayed in the "worship position" with my forehead on the floor.
"Good fag! God I miss this!" Jayden laughed. "Come! My feet have been in these shoes all day - they could really use your tongue for a cleaning!"
Soon he was chilling on the couch in the living room, with me servicing his feet. A teenager boy's feet would always stink, and Jayden's were no exception. I tried my best to give the birthday boy the foot cleaning he deserved.
I never really had a foot fetish, so it was kind of ironic that I somehow ended up servicing my Masters' feet so much. The truth was that none of my Masters were actually gay - they were all straight alpha males who liked to dominate inferior gay men and make them serve their every whim. As much as they enjoyed getting sex from me, my Masters mostly kept me around because they got a kick out of tormenting and humiliating a faggot. To that end, for a young man there was simply nothing more gratifying than forcing another man to lick his feet - it was the ultimate power trip, the supreme display of his power and superiority. When one man was having another man lick his feet, there was no question who was the conqueror and who was the conquered. This was why some of my Masters' teammates on the wrestling team would let me service their feet, even though they would never actually engage in any sexual activities with another man. This was also why Casey, who claimed he did not enjoy hurting me, would gladly order me to service his feet whenever he could.
And Jayden was clearly enjoying his foot worship as well. He had wide, masculine feet that had not hardened from years of playing sports like my Masters' feet had. Even though his feet stank just as badly as his brothers', they were not as dirty and were actually quite easy to lick clean. I wondered what it's like to be a boy his age, already comfortable with having a slave service his feet - how that would shape the man he would grow up to be. Would he become a hardened, sadistic bully like his brothers? Or would he be more like Casey, a firm alpha comfortable with dominating weaker men, yet appreciating their submission and service at the same time. As I knelt before Jayden, dutifully licking his teenage boy feet, I felt a surge of affection toward the boy. I wanted to be a good slave who would be there for him as he grew from boy to man, serving him and hopefully guiding him to become a true Master worthy of service by every gay man.
That evening I found myself hanging upside down in the basement, serving as a punching bag for the Holland brothers. Ryan and Casey had gone out with a bunch of other wrestlers to go to a frat party, but Connor and Trent had decided to stay home to celebrate the birthday of their little bro. Unfortunately for me, they had decided that the best way to show Jayden a good time was to teach him how to torment a fag slave.
"First, you want to hang the fag slave upside down so that when you start kicking him, your feet can easily connect with his face." Connor explained. "Obviously make sure to tie his hands behind his back so his hands wouldn't get in your way."
"Next, you want to make sure the fag is gagged." Trent continued. "Even if you prefer to hear the screams, all that begging would get really annoying real quick. Plus, you can still hear the screams even if the fag is gagged."
To prove his point, Trent delivered a hard kick to my face. I screamed around Jayden's athletic socks taped in my mouth.
"Then, you can pretty much hang whatever you like on the fag's body." Connor said. "I usually do weights on his balls and nipple clamps connected by a chain on the fag's nipples - these should add a good amount of pain before you start hitting him."
"Finally, you start having fun and let the fag have it!" Trent laughed. "Inflict some real pain, bro!"
In the next two hours I suffered one of my worst beatings. As I hang from the ceiling, bound and gagged, totally defenseless, the Holland brothers used whips, floggers, paddles, and of course, their hands and feet, to really beat me hard. Connor and Trent were being their usual sadistic selves; Jayden, not wanting to look weak in front of his big bros, really let himself loose too. In the end, I was reduced to a crying, whimpering mess, hanging lifelessly and wondering when this nightmare would end.
"In the end when you are done, remember to let the fag thank you for beating him." Connor reminded Jayden, who ripped off the duck tape and pulled his completely soaked socks out of my month.
"Thank you for beating this fag slave, Masters!" I cried. "Thank you for the honor of using this fag slave for your pleasure!"
"You're welcome, slave." Jayden said, sounding happy. "I think you should thank me by cleaning my feet. Can you do that while hanging upside down?"
Of course I could. It's not like I had any other choice. I opened my mouth, his toes went in, and I did my best washing in between his toes with my tongue. It's amazing what one could accomplish when he literally had no choice in the matter.
"Now lick my brothers' feet."
I knew it was coming. I also knew I had to make them happy as quickly as possible so that I would be finally let down. I still had vivid memory of how things turned out the last time I failed to lick one of my Masters' feet to his complete satisfaction. Fortunately, at this point I was definitely one of the most skilled foot lickers out there, having had so much practice in the past. In the end, my tireless efforts spared me of another uncomfortable night in the punishment cage. When the brothers finally left the basement, I was left lying in the bigger cage, hands and feet bound, with Jayden's athletic socks once again taped in my mouth. Such was the life of a fag slave.
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